Jun 2011
In golden rooms,
that faintly smell of
hyacinths,
they sit and stare
at faceless forms,
reading poetry
long forgotten
by man,
and handle rare
gems
as though they
were mere stones.
that faintly smell of
hyacinths,
they sit and stare
at faceless forms,
reading poetry
long forgotten
by man,
and handle rare
gems
as though they
were mere stones.
