Beautiful Mountain Of Gold
To see a mountain is too many sights,
Yet you must believe in the nights of gold,
When rigours absorb the sea and the sea
Helps your penniless banks of money.
This mountain of gold is like a liar in snoring,
He is boring and will be getting tired,
Tired of golden worship that sizzles
In the shining sun of the worst stars.
Must we inspect the mountains? The floating
Ideas happen on the events excelling us.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: mountain