Water is Gold
Water is precious gold
A treasure to the land
And the throne on which
People sit upon the sand
Mosaics of velvet grass
Pinks, oranges, purples blend
Scent of salt and floral
Perfumes among the men
Waves of blue hair
Sway in mother's breath
And bend to her tears
Until there is nothing left
But hope comes anew
When the sun returns
And heats up the soul
Until the passion tide burns
Passion and heat, yet not the only treasure
As the water is still liquid gold
But when the day has ended
That treasure has lost its hold.
poem by Airda Jones
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