I buried them

My treasures

My love and zeal

My gifts and my memories

The best of all

I buried my treasures

I wanted to protect them

From the world,

From myself and

In doing so

I forgot

The key to my happy place

I even forgot what I called treasure.

And the sky now wonders

As I have forgotten my reasons

Whether I will find them again


Or will they just be forgotten,

Like the sands of time.


Photograph by Marcelo Silva


The Child from Antal

Chapter 5: The Guardian

Chapter 4: The Stranger

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