Chrysalis

January 1, 2015 § Leave a comment

One of the few gifts you gave me

Was a soft mantle made of cloud.

Silver,

The colour of liars and thieves

Who never know gold when they hold it.

I had to learn to break from it

To hold gold myself.

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