Golden Heart 

Renaissance

A drought of words

The ebb of faith.

A flood of rage

And a twist of fate.

One beat after another

Baseless notion.

Perpetually restless

Timeless motion.

Sunny skies or

Darkest night.

Bruised and broken

Lost without a fight.

Making amends

For a failed start

Let me bask

In the warmth of your golden heart.

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About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on August 17, 2015, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though, Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

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