In the shadow of,
For days, weeks,
Maybe months…
I searched, searched,
Could not find…
He thinks is a friend,
Called and soon came over…
I, selfish,
Showed him my museum…
There she was, my lost one,
An old book, silent, rich…
Inside her burning torch,
She led me to the cave…
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