Gold Tarnish

Lightly she treads, over the daisy bed, corroded like rust, golden tarnished, chrome locks, eyes of steel. In sweeping moment, the water laps at her feet, heavy in chain, sinks deep in earths soil. The weight of the world seeps, pulls her to her knees. The skyline thick in duress, smouldering tower of distrust. A hand reaches forth from lily pad and river run, fingers intwine, lips meet, the sun begins to shine once more.

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