Clad In Gold
Bound as one
apart together
Enless circles
Clad in gold.
Shadows dance
Until the dawn
Yet dreams are silent
Never told.
Fleshs fuse
embers burn
deep inside
souls in turn
yearn
to reach out
never heard.
Crying deep
Too deep to see
the tearing tears
Inside of me.
Falling swirling
Golden chips.
Coppers bared
yet remains
unseen.
Copyright © Cathleen Weissenborn | Year Posted 2020
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