The golden ladyA Poem by marlow kirtzTrue story.I was walking down the road and Came across a golden lady. Diamond earrings in her hair and Breathed a warm glow from her chest. She was standing in a fine mist. Saw right through her in the darkness. She walked through stars and spoke a soft word "You've been walking on what we call this is Heaven." © 2017 marlow kirtz |
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