I sat on the pirate's headstone with a sandwich after a walk,
I heard his voice say he didn't mind as long as we could talk,
and he told me all about the days
when he was young and bold,
but as for where his treasure lies,
that he never told.
'Ah, that would be too easy, ' he said,
'I'll keep the place unknown,
for my treasure may be worthless to YOU,
find treasure of your own.'
A nice poetic imagination, Moonchild. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Keeping the unknown place in treasure of emotion seems to be wonderful. Amazingly penned poem is shared here.10