One ordinary night, when you are playing with your fingernail
By the store, my dreary eyes are filled with seldom pleasure,
Of finding alone right before them a hidden treasure,
Proudly in triumph, as many a voracious eye fail
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I agree with Will Barber 'you really are a poet'--I like this very much-Melvina
I liked this very much - but it should be thou 'look'st' - still, a poignant write. I'm going to bed now, but I'll read your other poetry later. You definitely are a poet.
Such a sad moment, but perhaps these moments are just a fleeting part of our lives, not to be pursued. Delightful poem. Nicely captured. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX