I rise upon the golden light
scents of roses in the air
quintessence of dust swirling
snowdust with a frosty feeling
I take flight
my hair shimmering in the light
golden sunset
chaining the darkness of night
Golden hue of my skin
pleasurable it may seem
when the sun downs
it returns to its real brown
I play my way till i land
on the gounds of practical Men
At the slighest sweep of my fingers
The scent of roses lingers
Why, life has its bed of nails
with endless schoolwork, problems and bills
But when every sunset brings along its golden light
Imagine; Its time to take flight!
