The Goldens, By Mike Hamlin

Deep down inside of the rocks are the goldens

Slivers of precious ore

Sought by many

Understood by few

Often overlooked and

Glowing soft.

 

Deep down inside of the rocks are the goldens

Strands of mysterious connections

Linking many sometimes

Often just twos, too

Only then understanding

Glowing soft.

Deep down inside of the rocks are the goldens

Nuggets of existence here

Precious, glowing, soft hearts

Growing

Never fearing a luscious tear

Always hearing our tales too true

Deep down inside the rocks, there is you.

 

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