Treasure Island

Samael Wolf

(I'm not sure when I lived / Indiana)

Treasures from junk


Cast aside from lifes
unending tide

we wile away the hours
in the junkyard

wondering who can see
our worthiness

amidst the rabble and rubble
Like diamonds from coal

we have endured
the tremendous pressure

to become hard
yet beautiful

to shine with a brilliance
even in the rough

Yes, there are jewels
in the junkyard

treasures to be found
all you need to do

is look around.

Submitted: Friday, November 24, 2006
Edited: Saturday, November 27, 2010
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  • Violet M (11/24/2006 7:30:00 PM)

    I do like this very much. And I love junkyards too!
    Discarded things remember who threw them away. (Report) Reply

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