Fool’s Gold
There in the vast ocean of stars,
She stands vulnerable, trembling
Revealing her innermost scars,
Like crazed mosaic emblems
From unfinished heartache
And cunning tawdry affairs.
From her sea of tears,
She wanted to be as an ocean flower
From which all could see love flow
From the pale light of the full moon glow
She knew all others offered only Fool’s Gold,
That would tarnish after a year or so.
~CWylde ©
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