Is it the glittering gold that shines out bold

or a clad of leather comfy but still cold.

Driving through the mighty mind of mine

is a refreshing feeling inexplicably fine.

Struck hard into my sensitive heart strings

as if it met the striking gaze of kings.

Vanity was always a dear friend of those

who loved absorbing a severe love dose.

Meadow had the one on its little bosom

who lived a life that all regard awesome.

As the blue canvas sizzles with the rainbow

hatchets are buried spurring a vibrant glow.


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