(5 years and 1122 days ago)
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In a quiet spot at the edge of the lake,
A golden goose is no longer awake,
Touched by the hand of the king,
Who into gold, turned everything.
No more to swim through waters cool,
No more to glide through sunlit pools,
Now just gold, of a golden hue,
Forever, gold, through and through.
Thanks to thebadastonomer at flcker.com for the nebulae photo used in the background. (5 years and 1492 days ago)