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May 2015
Fears they formulate in your mind
in the shape of gold
and you think you can outrun
what's already been told
looking to find a way through
a forest
painted gold
all you can
materialize
is coal
fears
as you try and find a way
through a forest painted gold.
GOLD
where nothing reflects
truth
a slanted mirror
in search of succession
power
only to interpret
your perspective
or propel ideas
all laid out on a fragile theory
of a market
ready to come crumbling down
or evolve
before the fall
a chameleon
painted GOLD.
_paper and Black Ink
Poems by Dayana
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