Rich Till the Day Ends


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I’ve always looked for riches

the colour of gold catches my eye

sometimes so soft

or sharp

like a shard of glass

forever moving just out of my hands grasp

still there it is morning and night

flickering golden light

across my window

such tricks of the eye

for I could swim this golden liquid

pouring out like a lavish drink

intense my eyes drunk

and like silk wraps my mind

wearing me till the end of day

Rich in this golden light

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One thought on “Rich Till the Day Ends

  1. Makes one appreciate a natural daily event we take for granted. The beauty of this poem is how you become lost in it to also view what you write.

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