Carats
by [REDACTED]
She wore her heart as the fashion of the times
Loosely, and ragged
And her hand
Glittered
Her eyes
Glittered
Her hair fell
And still she couldn’t trust the future
The biding times were coming
When all her glitters
Would fade
And she would be left with nothing
But what she doesn’t know
What hasn’t crossed her mind
Is that nothing gold can stay
But all that glitters is not gold
Some of it is dross
Polished by the years into a perfect gleam
A shine that reflects the truth
She is beloved.
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