It is hard to find,
Uncharted waters ageless,
There will not be more.
Gems, gold, and money,
It became complicated,
Give me real treasure.
Not on sea's bottom,
I dug through every lost chest,
I just want more time.
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Desiree Wetz
I have been intrigued with writing since I was twelve years old. At first, it was poetry but then in morphed into a love of fiction, fantasy, and adventure. When I'm not writing stories, I am running wild with my family.
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