/lit/ - Literature

A Poem

Gold
A mint is built for it
People cherish it
Yet it can get lost

So why do I search
for this life's gold?
Am I a fool?
Yes and no!

My Au is special
I feel it in my heart
I wear it in my soul
It is aetherial

That gold I value
More than pain or death
For it is not just gold
But love

A love of bien-être
A feeling of grandeur
That I want
That I cherish