Palace of Gold

Persistent thoughts in a mind of glitzy victory

Don’t you want to see, see what I can be

Don’t you want to watch, watch what I do

Now take a breath and reset as I’ve conjured life as a priestess

Owned by grace through my faith I’m saved, they call me babe

In no way can I fail as there is no thoughts that are so stale

As I hold this mirror of every mystical attraction with admiration

I’m told by the people I’ve made it to my destination

Chandeliers in this home I roam it’s my land I’ve come too

Now as I cruise in this gold adorned palace

How magnificent for a girl from Dallas

December 20, 2016December 20, 2016 by Miranda Johnson Categories: UncategorizedTags: Art, Author, Beauty, Fashion, Fun, Holly Ann Kurt, lifestyle, Literature, Opulence, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Writer, Writing 3 Comments