Golden Rings
Dust blew slowly, brushed the upper air
Engraved two beautiful names in one soul
Their love will never fade no matter how old he gets
Which is nothing but, and nothing but, the golden ringsThat day their life was short dancing on the back of the hand looks heartwarming
Then fell on the cold ground and tears
His wounds have been removed and carved by a rich merchant
Which is nothing but, and nothing but, the golden ringsThe melody is played in the dazzling diamond-filled party room as far as the eye can see
The dance continues and they twine their soft ring finger
To couples of lovers who laugh out of love
Which is nothing but, and nothing but, the golden rings
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The First Knight [END]
PoetryThe past that is permeated in the recesses of the soul need not be forgotten. Remember and carve beautifully with the dust of the flying fire. Love may come, but all you know is pain. Your little soul is incapable of accepting the reality that is in...