The day's like a liard
silver lining caked in brown rust,
but still worth a lot. Each day's worth
still holds up, in God we trust.
French engravings, etched
with silver lilies that never wilt.
Blooming passion matched
and petals that last.
Edges reeded and rusted;
day's been a little rough.
Abraded and burnished,
day's shine comes again.
shintsukimi205
Interesting...
CandySweetssJr
Learned a new word, and wanted to use it in a poem. Liard refers to an old French coin.