This is a décima for Ronovan Writes’s current décima challenge: Gold.
A sailor sets out, brash and bold,
To venture into the unknown
Sea towards where his dreams have shown.
To find a treasure chest of gold.
His map is faded, brittle, old
Yet with great trust he starts to sail,
As nascent dawn makes the sky pale —
Adventure, not only gold, gleams:
Happy to be following dreams
Knowing that courage cannot fail.
revivedwriter 
I like the thought of a faded, brittle and old map that can still take one on adventures.
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I really enjoyed this. I love the sound, rhythm of it.
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the werld was flat
hemlock
dread rasta beings
til then
eh?
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