All the things turn to gold
When the cards begin to fold
For she laughs the fear
Away
Warmth is turned from cold
Joy is given, not sold
For she has so much
To play
Philosopher not old
Fire in her soul
Go far in life
She may
She is a tale untold
Bright as marigold
And she is here
To stay
I know I normally do a little explanation/ additional words at the bottom of each of my poems, but I don't really know what to say about this one, except the words just kind of came out of me. I feel like this poem is up to perception, just like the person it entails. Then again, we are all up to perception, aren't we?
If you've read the past two poems, yes, it's another one of these, although I feel they've been some of my best poems yet. But yes, this poem was inspired by my friend tangerineandmarigold . If you enjoy my writing you will definitely enjoy hers. Go check her out!
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Translation
PoesíaThere are days where I get so confused or befuddled that my thoughts all come out in puddles, raining backwards and forewords, sideways and upways I pick up a pen and I pick up a notebook and when I'm done the whole world looks A little brighter...
