Monday 14 May 2012

GOLD:



Sleepy beams caress fields of golden wheat,
Memories of childhood days, not easy to repeat,
Footprints left upon smoothe bronze sands,
Only to disappear in ocean´s gripping hands,
Not our love, it lingers on, as heavens go on forever,
Hand in hand, sharing golden days,
Joined by two golden bands,
Never to go separate ways.

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