Gold dust blinds all eyes
It makes the wrong, right
It makes the black, white
It makes the night, bright
And it fluctuates the beat
Of the heart, like the swing
Of the clock, from one
End to the another, with the
Covetous desire, lured by
The false glitter of its illusion
But don’t sell your heart, for
The pot of gold because it is
Love and not wealth, that
Regulates our life, since no man
Is rich enough to live without
Love, with only transient wealth
Alongside his ravenous heart
This is so true...all the money in the world can't buy your soul when in love...love is the only thing that makes everything brighter and richer... for ever!!
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
Hearts of Gold
Synopsis
by
Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
Greetings
Tarek Hassan
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Reindeer
*Marlene*
Outstanding as always.
Trixie :)
~Joseph
Enjoyed reading you first this morning!!
Love
Tinka
William
Great write, my friend..
Jenni