There, right there,
infront of me;
a sudden dart
and a worm.
the catch, the prize:
for me, as though it was…
he flew away
to return again.
Tag: art
Golden Tears
Golden tears of heaven,
leave no mark
for they are transcendent/art;
we have left behind our dream.
we shape our own destiny
and yet who are we?
but the backbone of our own creation,
fighting to kept that dream alive.
The Golden Tears 