Coin Of Hold

Get my gown

Since it is my dawn,

Last of its kind perhaps

Let take my sip before it is gone.

Last of the very fines

I may go through my fate

With all that shine of my vines

I must win through that gate.

I wish all these grains

For rain instead

I might have my hold

All of these seeds of my deed.

Need no shower

Neither any power

Memories that stronger

It would be enough for ever.

I may sway for the gold

All of my worries go vanished

Against the coin of hold

I am trimming my life unleashed.

Lost and cracked

As I have been,

I wish for more to be baked

Last supper with my kin.