Gbosheye

A glimmer of gold in the dunes' vast expanse appeared. As I searched, the sands shifted, revealing a path unclear. With every step, and each passing moment, thoughtful reflection leads the way. Upon delving deep, I unearthed a treasure bright, and then I examined the price, to see if it gleamed with hidden worth. And so I discovered it was merely glitter in sight. A lesson learned, I realized with conviction true: not all that glitters is gold, and glitter can deceive anew. As I ventured, forlorn, into the desert's endless space, in search of ancient gold, a treasure to adorn, Sorrow's velvet cloak enveloped me in its gentle grasp. I lamented, a melancholy heart, both day and starry dawn. My spirit worn, like a tapestry, with threads of pain and age. Inspired by spiritual grounding and joyful expectation, I had eagerly awaited the chance to behold my treasured gold, to gaze upon the radiant jewel, and feast my eyes on the wondrous fortune to hold. To revel in it