Breath Gold
" BREATH GOLD "
There were the crests ,
There were the troughs ,
With every breathe that grows .
Your matter as attire ,
Concatenate the souls on fire .
For now and forever .
To just breath gold ,
And let hold .
S•R•
@thatoneshe_
Copyright © Shruti Rawat | Year Posted 2016
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