Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 56: (GOLD) in the A rhyme line.

A warm hued shaft of dazzling gold,

Caressing the azure expanse,

A luminescent sheen in trance,

Blazing through the dark waters cold,

Haloed trail to heaven unrolled,

Dispelling the darkness around,

Shading diaspora profound,

Fading embers of silent lives,

Shadowy shroud in life’s archives,

All smolder bright as hope abounds.

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