The nugget under the sands
Lay shallow in its grave
Its glitter lost in a myriad sparks
Where the sun made merry prisms of the waves
The eyes of those who sought the gold
Were dazzled by the shine
Uneasy lay the nugget
But it was left behind
Forever in the veil of sand
Illusion was its prison
While all above the sun struck waves
And made them merry prisms.
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Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on April 3, 2003
A thought-provoking piece. Forever is a long time. ~Joseph
Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
Reviewed on April 2, 2003
a chance lost is gone and what we dont see under the surface is the true treasure awesome job on pointing that out
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on April 2, 2003
Sally, this is very good, but the nugget never knew it was dead. As a nugget it is in the full bloom of life. Bill
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Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.
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