The golden sound of silence
Once she left
Was deep and healing.
The mute golden sunset
Of a day without major problems
Crisscrossed by galahs flights.
The golden orb rising in the sky
Playing hide and seek
As we walk quietly.
The golden paddocks
Deep in a dreamless sleep
Trodden by the golden Roos.
The golden scrying mirror
Of the dam reflects
A world of shivering silence.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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