Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Golden Curse

I knew I was blessed,
Before I was cursed.

Just like fairy dust,
They shot our splinters
And ground our dust into gold.

Now heaven no longer needs us,
Because she already has our souls.

Splinters and arrows
Form into rust.

Splinters and arrows
Turn into dust

Treasured, just like Gold

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