not all that glisters is gold
an orange sat contentedly
or so it seemed to a quick eye
its skin glowed invitingly
reflected table top sheen
only to bring a belated sigh
when all at once it rolled
and rushed and crashed
on a cold polished marble floor
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2022-12-23 at 07:19
Tags Galateus Crypticbard Arquious
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