Poetry: Hidden Treasure

When you
look closely at the vision in sight.
There are things, not visible,
to the naked eye.
Hidden treasures painted with time.
One stops to look and see,
everything in its entirety.
It wasn’t, until then I saw it.
The way the sun rays,
cast its light across it,
and the echoing sound of water
rushing to be somewhere.
The hidden bridge.
Disguised by twisting branches and leaves,
growing over and under it.
Yes. There it was.
A crossing to the other side
of somewhere.
– Linda J. Wolff


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A poetic wordsmith by the mind and a passionate blogger by heart. Reservoir for Wolff Poetry & Urban Poetry 2017, mentor for youth writing groups. Life motto: Everything you seek is in the stillness of one's mind. The place between seconds, whispering of a song between sound.

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