The Gold Petal
L Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
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Love's divine truth
eccentric as the wind
It's budding flower
dressed in dew
Light memories etched
a finality to our hearts
as the Angel's arrow
pierced our passing day
its dust settled
as emeralds and dreams
love's golden hue
never to blossom
I bid ''Adieu.''
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