Slick golden smile
Gleaming true
Just barely hidden
By navy, wispy clouds.
The curly locks of mother earth
Race by in morning's rush.
The golden smile has no choice
But to pass along through the ages,
Each soak in darkness never sufficent, for always
Is the sun's envious blaze,
Leaving the golden smile
To frown.
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The Lion's Book: A Poetry Collection
PoetryAll of my lovely poems that I am so terribly proud of. Comments/Feedback are greatly appreciated. Please enjoy! :)
