Crystal nights.


Beneath our Golden skin,
Rose Quartz hearts,
keep pumping,
precious rubies,
through Sapphire veins,
and our crowns grow Silver,
by the kiss of time.
Connected through Marble eyes,
and Diamond smiles,
we tilt our crowns,
towards the Crimson skies,
eager to capture,
the final night.
Together we,
the highs and lows,
of being alive.

About this poem:

Wherever you are in the world, I want to wish you a Happy New Year with this poem. Let us celebrate this marvellous life and send our cheers and wishes towards the sky.

With much love,


Side note:
I have thought long and hard about the title of this poem, however I decided to keep it as it is a great fit for this piece. Nothing more and nothing less. 🙂

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  1. i lov it! All those precious stones, funny my favourite crown is Cleopatra, i seem to remember it from caesarea… There all at the mansion up grandville…

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  2. Beautiful metaphors. Beautiful piece

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