old fools
His beauty is a stone
of hidden fire,
of pyrite and promises.
I am the fool
for believing,
for wanting to make gold from awe
His beauty is a stone
of hidden fire,
of pyrite and promises.
I am the fool
for believing,
for wanting to make gold from awe
Lovely~
Thank you Pi. very kind of you to spare the time to read and comment.
I have been busy but will always have time to read your words – and it is great to see you blogging. I missed you.