In it spills the gold! There’s just enough for all of us. Wish you were here
Metronome made of gold does not tick Clock made of gold does not tock. Crampons in gold do not stick to rock ice ax fashioned from gold doesn’t go in Golden shoes are thrown in the bin. So why do people make things out of gold?
All that chimes isn’t rhyme All that succours isn’t true And wedded bliss well, that bird flew (away into the hills) Sometimes my heart follows my eyes and it becomes difficult to know what is, what’s not or where the plot is leading I want it to lead somewhere new Like the bird that flewContinue reading “All That Chimes”