Gold Spun Gray – The Poem

Golden clouds streaking across skies

Remind me what I’ve lost and where it lies

I, who know of what you’ve done,

Choose to be the forgiving one

Still, gold spun lies even to me

Curse what we were and may still be

So now I wander, refusing to stay,

And slowly your gold turns to gray

– The poem that inspired this blog title was something small I wrote in high school. It wasn’t much, just a few lines on the way to the bus stop, but the words stuck with me. Take from it what you will. I find that the beauty of poetry is that it is open to interpretation. As for me, I’ll always keep the words close to my heart.


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