aquamarine131

Night had faded, Not pierced by blinding white, But dispersed by golden rays, Hindered by grey puffs. So she went away, Traveling with the grey Never far away, Always yearning For more golden rays. Meandering across mountains and seas, that was how she spent her days. Sand trickled through glass again and again, Yet ever elusive did those rays stay. One particularly cloudy day, She cracked her diary, Dust moving away. There she found stories of love and stories of strife. On some pages she lingered, Others she skimmed. There on the pages, Through paper and ink, Danced those ever elusive Golden Rays. She was filled with sorrow When the in