Golden, Golden, Gone Oct7 Golden splendour crowns him King, Overlord of his domain; Golden is his golden ring, Golden as his golden reign. . Invincible his golden throne, Iron is his sceptred fist; After winds of change have blown, Golden days are gone like mist. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
Morning Mist Jul21 Evening ushers in the dew Which clings to every part of you And soaks you in its sloppy kiss, Dressing you in morning mist. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...