Home ยป Mound of Some Golden Leaves
Relish my gold, succumb its age glory new,
Like sponge, sink through this giving light,
I spelt my name in gold now walking away,
Each letter then sold an image upon return,
With each I counted the days and the hours,
Then I counted each hair that held to my skin,
With each light glowed, so too did my hair,
But when I spelt my name again, I lost all.
These are the travels that hiked my way,
And never did lose my sight of clearer breeze
Lest such a chill would pain my chest,
Though each climb did hurt a while,
Each step travelled was a new name revealed,
So when I looked back from mound I stood
I saw the leaves formed from all my hairs.

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