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Grip of Gold

Golden are her tawny tresses, Golden are her thoughts of late; Gold her dreams of greener dresses – Dipped in gold, her dreams await Days of golden-sunshined splendour, Tucked neath golden afternoons; Patient, she will guard her golden Songs as hope sings gilded tunes.

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Golden are her tawny tresses,

Golden are her thoughts of late;

Gold her dreams of greener dresses –

Dipped in gold, her dreams await

Days of golden-sunshined splendour,

Tucked neath golden afternoons;

Patient, she will guard her golden

Songs as hope sings gilded tunes.

Responses to “Grip of Gold”

  1. Heidi Viars

    ooohhh … rich – colors and words 🙂 Thanks, blogging friend for sharing your talent with us!!!

    1. melodylowes

      🙂 Thanks, Heidi, for being one of the unexpected riches of my blogging journey!

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