Lost in the frost

Lost in the world,
Frost for company alone
Running behind a treasure
Shrieking in a high pitched tone. 

It rolls away and then some more
Soon he sees it can’t be stopped. 
Running behind with open arms
Hoping his treasure would be caught. 

Too fast he pushed it 
And now it was too late 
It rolled further and further away
And I just looked at his sorry state. 

And just like that it was gone 
Back alone with the frost
He sat in the grass and sobbed
For his friend, the marble was lost.


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