Mar 2013
... And as the sun set and the eve approached,
A golden beacon shone through the trees and across the sky.
Now, almost six months since then,
The shine has faded and I'm miles away,
Yet you still give me butterflies.
A golden beacon shone through the trees and across the sky.
Now, almost six months since then,
The shine has faded and I'm miles away,
Yet you still give me butterflies.
Written February 2013.
And for once, not about New York herself.
And for once, not about New York herself.
(Brisbane, Australia)
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