Far More Precious
It clinks differently, shines a strange hue
But far more precious.
Done more harm than any English gold.
Sailed the Spanish seas, fortune untold.
No rubies can amount, no emeralds could chain
The love they had for the blood stained vain
That carried them all down to their watery grave...
Silver.
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Honey Drops and Pen Stains
PoesíaTravesty, overcome by little else but life's muses; It's jokes. All of this is my original poetry, please do not steal
