Grip of Gold

foggy-grasses

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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2 comments on “Grip of Gold

  1. Heidi Viars says:

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

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