Oh you, the shiny golden desire, you dumbfound everyone, by a glint of a smile.
Always cautious when we find, dreaming about you draining a moment.
In gold we are disciplined, our mindful of failings.
A very precious gift when dared, your love among the tailings.
I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
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