Golden Girl
Her hair spun like silk,
golden as if touched by everlasting sunlight.
Melodies sing in her laugh,
falling on eager ears.
He is like a bull:
clumsy, irreverent, loud.
But with her, he is worshipful.
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Her hair spun like silk,
golden as if touched by everlasting sunlight.
Melodies sing in her laugh,
falling on eager ears.
He is like a bull:
clumsy, irreverent, loud.
But with her, he is worshipful.