The Gold


The Gold

Maybe it’s not meant to be,
Not this time around.
Maybe I should just sit back, for once
And listen to the sound:
A singing, ringing, live music in my ear.
Let go of trying to control,
And say goodbye to fear.
What’s meant to happen will happen,
As I’ve oft been told.
No need for seeking rainbows —
Each moment holds the gold. 


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