Gold Spun Gray – The Poem

Golden clouds streaking across skies
Remind me what I’ve lost and where it lies
You, who know of what I’ve done,
Choose to be the forgiving one
Still, fate spun lies even to me
Curse what I was and may still be
So now I wander, refusing to stay,
And slowly that gold turns to gray.

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