The Golden
There stand a boy
before the seas
of shifting wheat
and running winds

The sun blaze behind
and sets the world
all to the shine
of a purest gold

Besides the boy
rests a scythe
of a dark red oak
and a silver pure

The bright air
the scythe rises
in the sounds
of a high laugh

The boy laughs long
he loves the wheat
he loves the winds
he to loves the sun

He loves them all
to beauty without
mystery within
he laughs proud

dancing high and free
he leaps with wind
and swims with gold

To the light
of Sun and Man

Always proud

Always free

"The Golden"
~ Nyronus

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A romantic poem on the human spirit
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