Gold
I found a chest full of gold,
Old coins and old rings,
And a tale has been told:
When a mermaid sings,
The gold will be heavy as dust.
Yet, this gold will shine
Covering my hands and head
And the fortune will be mine,
Until I rest among the dead,
The gold will be heavy as dust.
But, who could ever say
The gold I carried with me
And took my spirit away,
Was or could ever be
Heavy as the mermaid song.
Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2014
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