you are golden,
like the sun on the sea,
you ride through me.
as the rays on a dusty window,
you shine, you shine,
reaching, making yours mine.
orange and dewy,
shine through canopies,
the warmth, your warmth,
it's growing inside me.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
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