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: September 21st, 2025 01:00
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi
Very nice God this poem has a most wistful feel to it and it glides as it flows to another time. Most lovely
Thank you soren, much appreciated.
Andy
You are most welcome Andy
Sounds like a ghost poem to me. 🌹
It may well be Teddy. LOL
Andy
A fine write with great last line. Just brilliant.
Most kind Tom, thank you.
Andy
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