"The Golden One"A Poem by Night
As the night time whispers it soothes my tired mind. And in this velvet blackness it's solace that I find. In the morning hours when all the stores are closed... The Golden One awakens with stories to be told. He speaks to me of things unknown and places of the mind. Visions of another world drift in space and time. So when the night time whispers calling out to you. The Golden One awakens with tales of far and new. Night.2013 © 2013 Night |
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