Born from the rocks,
Tamed by the Sun,
Her name, from the yellow,
Fire, she will be to you,
That beauty, she is, The Gold,
and her quality is what
the folks praise,
but with a price tag.
©p.k.s.v
Who taught her to chime like that, I wonder. Was it the whispering of someone close Was it a story untold, a memoir. A Confession. A sigh. R...
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