On a slab of pure gold
\nI carve so intricately the image of my sister
\nRequiring no reference to do so
\nShe is the golden girl
\nThe one of the stars and the sun
\nThe yellow tips of hot embers
\nFor even in my most disgusting of times
\nWhere even the silvered mirror cannot embrace my image
\nI only must look up
\nAs other\u2019s do
\nTo the golden skies who have the answers
\nAnd if not, then maybe only their warmth
\nTheir beauty
\nWill inspire the wisdom from within<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Ryley Clarke On a slab of pure gold I carve so intricately the image of my sister Requiring no reference to do so She is the golden girl The one of the stars and the sun The yellow tips of hot embers For even in my most disgusting of times Where even the silvered mirror… <\/p>\n