Gold string.
The gold string around my finger,
Twisted;
Merciful.
Wrapped to feelings
I happen
To express.
And I bless it with a kiss,
Tie it around my wrist.
Neighbour it with this band
Belonging not to me,
But omnipresent smoulders me.
What does it mean?
The beauty shines it seems,
From gold string.
I think, thinking to myself,
Laying out my wrists on my knees,
Sitting on the floor; my destiny.
The gold string means something,
Am I hungry for creativity?
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2006-05-01 at 19:55
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