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Gold

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Grey, thick masses attack the skies
stealing the gold that feeds my soul.
Their refuse falls to the earth
feeding the soil, dampering my spirit.
I watch in wonder at this war of nature
and how she seems to always win.
Silent prayers made for this attack to end,
for a little gold to be left for me.
Thirteen days of war are waged
and my heart starts to beat a little slower.
Fourteen days do not see any change
and life starts to become a little darker.
Just as I feel my life slipping away
I see an apparition that warms my spirit.
Gold, that beautiful colour that warms all
and feeds my very soul.

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  • Manoj Sanyal
    November 29, 2008
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    well penned.
    Best wishes and good luck,