Gold
Gold is a ring for your wedding.
A metal so precious and fine,
Maybe a necklace that I found in
the spring.
When it was bright worm and sunny
outside.
Gold is the color that makes you
feel like a King.
Sitting atop a throne is a palace.
Glittering, shimmering like treasures
from Ming.
By: David W.
Copyright ©1999
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