Wood Nymph

Tomorrow

I've been chasing rainbows
but I couldn't find the gold.
I've ridden the waves to shore,
searching for pirates' holds.

I have felt the winds of time.
Their gusts swept by me.
I found the door to Paradise
but I couldn't find the key.

I waited too long.
The treasure has been sold,
a hazy vision out of reach-
Gone, is the pirates' gold.


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