Mary-Gold
- alineogura
- Mar 1
- 1 min read
In a world of whispers and unseen threads,
Lived a gypsy girl with golden treads.
Mary-Gold, the fortune teller fair,
With eyes that saw beyond despair.
Born with a gift of foresight bright,
Her words turned dark to purest light.
At just fourteen, the lords and dames,
Came to her for their future claims.
They say the queen herself once called,
To hear predictions, never stalled.
For Mary-Gold saw only good,
In every shadow, silver stood.
With golden coins, her purse did fill,
She’d spend them not on her own will.
Instead, she’d buy the caged and bound,
And set them free, their joy profound.
Her life remained both pure and plain,
Despite her wealth, she’d not retain.
For Mary-Gold, with heart so kind,
In every hardship, joy she’d find.
A golden heart in a simple frame,
She’d whisper fortunes, always the same.
For in her sight, through every fall,
She’d see the rise, the good in all.
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