Black Gold

In my heart there is a world apart, Where dreams are never dreamt, And songs never sung, Alas sinister thoughts linger long Like a river with no banks, Intricate desires explode like fireworks In my heart there is a city made of solid gold Slowly i return back to the enthroned Like wheels on a thread, I awaken like a volcano erupting from molten rocks It's a goldmine indeed! A conceptual product shoot by Sweta Parikh - Bespoke Jewellery for Summer 2018.