I will dress you in gold, he says to me.
The eyes that have yet to see..
Crafted jewels by crafty tools.
The senses that have yet to smell
The aroma of scent.
Senses have yet to be deceived…
You have yet to be conceived.
I will dress you in gold, he says to me.
The delicacies that you have yet tasted.
The time that have been wasted.
The life you have yet to live…
If time will only give.
I will dress you in gold, he says to me.
A love story for the dove to tell.
A love for sell.
I will dress you in gold, he says to me…
By Tigist Girma
THE ETHIOPIAN HERALD WEDNESDAY 4 MAY 2022
