Black Folder
The Golden Beads
A charmed wind sweeps the golden beads,
Surrenders sundried sands to stray,
From where they’re born and each placed rest
To flight and pair beyond the bay.
Call love the freeing flaxen bind
That coaxes hearts into the fray
In search of tracks to shimmer on
Made brighter by the two at play.
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