The waves tickle the shore,
Kissing the earth, reminding her
That she is loved.
The sand lives between
The rocks, gently holding and
Keeping them safe.
The trees whisper
Sweet nothings, that ring the
Chimes in my old soul.
And the mountains hug what I cannot.
The sun brings life to the day, and
Comfort in the dusk...
When it melts into oranges, pinks & golds.
Beams of safety coat the ocean.
Golden light washes over me, and
Penetrates my body.
That is when I see you there,
Letting the light lift you;
Dissipate you.
Right now, we are πΌπ»πΉπ energy.
We are timeless in our golden hour.
I never want to leave this daze.
Let's stay in this golden way.
'Cause it's pretty cool,
That we can stop time,
ππ΄π―'π΅ πͺπ΅?
βͺοΈ mica light βͺοΈ
Jan 27, 2022
Jan 27, 2022 at 1:52 AM UTC
The waves tickle the shore,
Kissing the earth, reminding her
That she is loved.
The sand lives between
The rocks, gently holding and
Keeping them safe.
The trees whisper
Sweet nothings, that ring the
Chimes in my old soul.
And the mountains hug what I cannot.
The sun brings life to the day, and
Comfort in the dusk...
When it melts into oranges, pinks & golds.
Beams of safety coat the ocean.
Golden light washes over me, and
Penetrates my body.
That is when I see you there,
Letting the light lift you;
Dissipate you.
Right now, we are πΌπ»πΉπ energy.
We are timeless in our golden hour.
I never want to leave this daze.
Let's stay in this golden way.
'Cause it's pretty cool,
That we can stop time,
ππ΄π―'π΅ πͺπ΅?
βͺοΈ mica light βͺοΈ
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