Gold
Dave says, Look at all the gold
Where? says I.
There, says Dave. Look
where the wave has run back again.
It's all gold glints.
That's not gold, says I.
That's little glittering bits of broken shell.
Glittering shiny sand.
Oh. says Dave.
I thought it was gold.
And I wished I had thought it was gold too.
Where? says I.
There, says Dave. Look
where the wave has run back again.
It's all gold glints.
That's not gold, says I.
That's little glittering bits of broken shell.
Glittering shiny sand.
Oh. says Dave.
I thought it was gold.
And I wished I had thought it was gold too.
posted by burning moon at 4:45 PM
3 Comments:
Depends on the day for me.
Some days its gold,
some days
its broken shells
*smile*
I really like the simplicity of this.
thanks. I did too. simplicity is always best when you can work it. it's not something I manage very often.
Nicely done amid the disappointment of the end, but that is life.
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