Golden Is My Silence
Golden is my silence….
golden as the warm rays from the morning sun,
though his picture plunged daggers into my heart,
a thousand and one.
I will ask him no questions and
he will tell me no more of his lies.
I will spare myself the torture,
silence is golden….so why ask why?
Hence; like smoke that vanishes silently into the air as it rises,
So do I …. so do I …. so do I….
Oh how sweet and golden is my silence as I rise.
Copyright © Joanmarie Peranteau | Year Posted 2014
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