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Golden Sky

The wind is blowing softly. The golden sky is calling. Lovers come lay underneath me. And wonders the eyes will see. Nature treasures are everywhere. Happiness fills the air.

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Lamar_Cole

Published: Dec 17, 2019
LinesWords: 629

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