Tinted Gold Poem by Kevin Maroney
Tinted Gold
Frighted strife doth perchance a riddle,
something enjoyed, though such small drivel.
Red it spreads across the heart,
something green, before it starts.
Blue it turns as lacking cold,
it returns the world old.
Yellow it sees, as nothing green,
before it turns to nothing so cold.
In the end, it begins again
from something black, white, and tinted gold.
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