I thought I knew
The color and weight
Of gold until I held you
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I thought I knew
The color and weight
Of gold until I held you
I tell story of a village in India
https://www.xlibris.com/.../833469-misunderstood-insanity
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Poet and Artist ✫ Jay Mora-Shihadeh
"To be loved and love at the highest count, means to lose all the things I can't live without. Let it be known that I will choose to lose, it's a sacrifice, but I can't live a lie" -Adele-
Creativity meeting intrinsic memories
Benjamin Grossman 
Wow epic.
Thanks for saying so. Means a lot.
You are welcome, Benjamin 😊
Dang you, Benjamin! You’re making me sentimental! What a beautiful poem!
Thank you! Glad you thought so!
Oh my. You’ve been on a minimalist roll, here. This, in tandem with the one after – some smokin’ hot gold! 😍