Gold is a feeling,
So bright and fulfilling.
The first colour I kiss every morning,
Beneath the silver linings.
When the sun is rising.
The last I smile at before going to bed.
Gold is a place
Where the king resides.
It is the colour of his voice, the beads on his neck.
The crown on his head, the tread of his lace.
Gold is a character
Pure and sincere.
Like the lion, leading without fear.
It's bold and dear.
Gold is a memory,
What we've been through.
How we'll tell our stories.
Painted horses, wet brushes.
History in diversity.
Gold is a life.
The scent of petrichor
The aglet on my feet.
The scent of vagitus in the air.
The darkness of phosphenes.
Gold is me
The happiness I share
The feelings I hide
The pains I bare
My skin is my pride.
I am Gold, Gold is me.
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15.06.2021
11.37 p.m.
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Fragrance From A Black Flower
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