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: October 3rd, 2023 01:06
- Comment from author about the poem: Just some words I wrote many years ago.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
This is beautiful! I was actually swaying my hips and smiling as I was reading! 💫
Thank you LIZ, sway away and smiling is so good.
Andy
I saw it all dear Andy, beautiful ❤️
Thank you very much for your kind words Teddy.
Andy
Very beautiful write Andy, very beautiful
Thank you Melissa, very much appreciated.
Andy
this is without any doubt one, if not the very BEST Goldfinch60 poems I have ever had the pleasure of reading .. Neville 💛👍
Most kind Neville, thank you very much.
Andy
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