Weaving Gold

Mokosha, Anastasia Sophia, and Me, Natalia . . . while the books are written

At the Core

IMG_1491Bold. Gold.
What secrets do you hold?

Born gloriously shining.
Suffered the greening, the ordinarying.
Returning, finally!, into the gold
that is your essence.
Again, only for an hour.

Preparing to fall
desiccate, decompose, rot.
Alchemize to new life.

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