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Something so fleeting....a glimpse. |
Locks of Gold lustrous shimmers, catching, a glint of radiant yellow, flickering of white sunshine, purity of the soul. a secret glance: blazing fire streaks, dances, a hearth of warmth and happiness, blinding. a tiny glimpse: yearning and wanting, soft yet untouchable, perfection. a covert look: ephemeral promise etched, reflections of gilded strength, enticing. a blatant stare: reality. dull bronze waves listlessly, tainted, eternity in a moment, sadness. Gone forever are the locks of gold. |