the lifting of a tender brush
dipping it in a swirl of gold
painting the lush scene
with fine flecks of rose gold;
the love of a tender soul
patches of sunlight tickled with gold
illuminates the sun-kissed beach
grains of sand glowing with brilliant gold;
the healing of a tender mind
criss-cross on a blanket of soothing gold
whisks you in another place
a place of fire and burning gold
swirls of gold,
rose gold,
tickled with gold,
brilliant gold,
soothing gold,
burning gold,
gold.
Brooding, luxurious wall of darkness,
Loose fragments and infinite abysses crammed with isolation,
An illusion mimicking the echo of haunting thoughts,
9 PM,
a minty smell wavering over my just-brushed teeth,
fragile bubbles of soap curling on my fingertips and the sink,
10 PM,
curling up on the bed with a worn book,
swift locks of golden hair belonging to—
a girl once invisible that now has a place in this world,
guitar stained with teardrops,
that is worn out by playing her song.
golden fireworks blazing from the sky—
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