Another Sonnet

While slowly rambling through a dusty field,
I stopped midway to wipe my sweaty head.
My sandal struck a secret partly sealed
beneath the sun-baked ground no soul had tread.

What is this buried object here amid
the rocks no one would seek? By digging here
with dirty hands a treasure I unhid.
Alone, I hid again while coast was clear.

As joyful heart beats strong within my chest,
my current task I joyfully postpone
on finding such a treasure clearly blest,
I go and sell off everything I own.

What ever could give joy midst such great cost?
Now, I by treasure found am no more lost.

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