Gold Hope, and Cape Tales
Autumn Decay with Gold Leaf Dust
Settling like the Dutch on her Pedestal shore. In the Magnificent days.
The Holy Alter Of Table Flat Rock.
A land with veins of yellow blood.
The food for the goods of below.
Gold, diamonds and marrow.
Weavers, angelic Sparrows.
A fine line between destruction,
Beauty, lives, and duty.
To honor red,
Instead of Gold.
To Pair it with Green.
Watered from a well.
Green and gold.
The new world only saw white light.
Not gifted with mineral restraint.
If it was shiny and white.
The felt safe from the shadows.
Crows, black plagues and
If it shined like their first born sun.
They would thirst red,
White and blue sky hues.
Gold Rose For Those Few
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