In the vast desert
—miles of yellow sand—
lay the treasure.
Buried for thousands of years,
it sat
alone
under the miles of yellow sand.
Miles of yellow sand,
he trekked.
He combed the land
for endless days.
The days were endless.
The journey he took
was never recorded—
his story never told.
In the end
the miles of yellow sand
the endless days unending
he never found it.
Instead,
his mother called him in for dinner.
He left the sandbox,
his treasure unfound.
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