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In the right hands

In the right hands,
golden fingers under gold.
Blue silver hides
because it's right that they left.
Golden silver sings
to the eternal rings
begging for golden gold,
only getting silver.
And golden golden gold
prays to see the eternity
from the first water they lived in.
But they're grownup.
It's late for gold;
they've been silver,
and now they're waiting
to be stardust.
On the other hand,
golden silver's still on time.
They've been silver, and now
they're about to be silver gold,
and change what we believe we know.

Will they be the ones?

etiquetas: poetry in english, gold, silver, hands, realmente es charlotte
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