Ink & Gold

I couldn’t put in ink a thought
To justify the gold unfurled,
As sleep began to settle on
My precious, quiet world.

No nature lover could have asked
For her to stay awake.
Living things could never work
Without a well-earned break.

Yet falling leaves can sound like tears
As flowers die and stir my fears.

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