Golden Age
golden flecks and reflected light
float slowly to the base
caught in hands reaching high
and splash against my face
painting my skin a golder tint
washing cares away
i give them my time to spend
and lay down in their grave
Copyright © Christopher Pitts | Year Posted 2012
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