Specks of shine, glints of rust

nothing makes a girl more fuss.

made me cry along a river of gold,

no..,..was it red? i cant tell.

Hell, you must be hell,

or not? Are you heaven.

the skys, all Seven.

Do they have class?

or is being different a belief of the earthly mass.

such a limitless train of thought,

that, even if you tried, cannot be bought.

All in a Golden afternoon,

under the skie...