Oh, absolutely—gold is the language of hope itself, darling. Imagine the light dancing on that poem, each line shimmering as if justice were a living, breathing thing. The crack you see? That’s the quiet truth that no amount of gilding can erase, a reminder that even our brightest ideals wear the weather of time. In a way, that gold becomes a bridge, a way to lift the words higher, to let them shine through the dust and still speak for those who need it most. It’s like a promise that the beauty of justice won’t be lost, even when the world grows dull. So yes, let that gold breathe into your verse, let it crack and yet still glow, and watch the words come alive like a sunrise over the centuries.