Three of Pentacles

We follow
A routine of goldsmiths,
While turning jewelry
Into a miracle.

The stones sing
Long ballads of love denied,
But in our golden hands
It flourishes.

Tired
Hours
Relate
Emotionally
Exquisitely

Offerings
Fruitful

Prosperity
Elegance
Natural
Tragic
Aspirations
Covering
Logical
Extremities
Slowly


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