The Golden Girl walks as though gliding on ice,
In a world of her own , where no others intrude
On the thoughts of her loves, that have long flown past.
She smiles serenely, at a moment remembered,
In a time, almost forgotten.
Others just watch the gentle sway of her hips
As she smoothly goes past them, ignoring their stares.
She’s deep in her thoughts, for those whom she cares,
Only seen by the light formed by her blue shining eyes,
Of a time, just recalled.
The swing of her long blonde hair moves in time
With the gentle glide of her steps, that transport her,
Away from your view, into her past, that only she
Can unlock, with a key to a box recently found,
To a time, thought lost.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 15th, 2020 01:24
- Comment from author about the poem: The Poem, Beauty, that I wrote put on the site yesterday gave one response from dusk arising part of which said "Unusual to read negative qualities described in your work". I said I would put up a more uplifting one on the same theme today. Michael Edwards also commented on how he liked the music from Pictures at an Exhibition, especially the original piano version.
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Comments3
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
ANGELA HERE - God Evening Uncle Andy - Remember Im Spanish - Dark Brunnette. Loved todays Poem - We Ladies (30+) just love to be MYSTERIOUS. Love the 30mins of MUSSORGSKI (P A A E) solo Piano. It makes me tingle when I (attempt to) play it ! Thanks for sharing your thoughts on Beautiful Ladies. Please check *LET FREEDOM REIGN* Thanks !
Blessings * Peace to You & Yours
Love ANGELA & BRIAN 💛💛💛
Thank you Angela, much appreciated.
Andy
lovely write my friend
Thank you ron, most kind.
Andy
you`re welcome andy
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