Tuesday Photo Challenge – Golden
Gold is fleeting, illusionary.
Her arms outstretched, calling, beckoning,
Controlling.
Much is done in her name.
Charity, War. She brings them forth,
Yearning.
Wings of illusion power her flight,
Iron pyrite, ocean sunsets, rivers of gold,
Luring.
Should she notice you, you would kneel.
Her lips burning you with passion.
Conquering.
The sun lays paths of golden splendor to bring
Inspiration. Her greatest gift is imagination, childhood dreams
Blooming.
Ann WJ White 
Beautiful, profound and entirely honest.
Love it, and all you do.
Wish I had time to write and talk!
Hope you are doing well.
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Nice detailed view of the forest. The Sun lighting the background allows one to see its depth better.
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Lovely images and poem!!
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Love this Ann
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