It was just as bright as gold
A beauty none could ever hold
Shining in the midst of the behold
Never broke, but wanted to be sold
A metal all wanted
A fossil no one have wondered
In all the places people have wandered
It was no thing
It was so bling
It was a heart,
It might as well sting
Her heart pure
Pure as sea water
Her heart golden
Golden as the sun
It was what we called,
The golden heart
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Poetics
PoetryPoetry. The hidden art behind its words, The expression, the emotions and the feelings. The beauty that lies inside its lines, and the deepness that lies within it; takes us to another reality, one that lies upon mysteries and wonders. Poetry, a b...
