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Mar 2019
Just like the field, After a rain,
  You've seen those flowers
You can't forget it.
  Golden drops on every petal,
Each one unique,
  Tests your mettle.

Somewhere down deep
  I want to do it,
Run right through it!
  Burst those drops
Let fly those petals!
  
  Your golden curls
shine and glitter,
  With a toss you make
Them quiver.
  Deep inside I want to do it,
Let my hands wander through it.

I  bite my lip
  And bide my time,
A million rainbows will be mine.
For that golden haired girl that commented on my poem
Written by
J Fletcher  40/M/New York
(40/M/New York)   
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