Ancients lands

If I was summoned

to create a treasure

I would take :

the sudden swoosh of the Atlantic waves,

the ancient wooden door that stood for many centuries,

and the last drop of ruby red paint.

the lost Cherry from the ancient lands,

the dark breath from a dragon’s mouth,

and the last potion from a wizard’s stash.

a emerald butterfly, dancing on the stars,

the nearly born conker from a newly blossomed horse chestnut tree,

and ancient books, flying over heads.

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