Gold.

Soft pattering of the rain,
Fondness of the warmth,
Mists of love,
Vase of promises,
Comfort of home found,
Faded away,
As the waves crash,
And take the sand farther away.

A mind numbing question,
Swirls of confusion,
Fragmented pieces of the frame
The obscurity of darkness,
Cracks in the jar,
A soft breeze of devotion
And leaves of sorrow
Illuminates the gloom
As gold breaches the reality.

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