Throwing pebbles across an illuminated lagoon
and gazing up at a lunar wonder,
caressing every star admiring them from afar;
Gathering the delicate beams of light
into a glass jar.
The golden sun is rising soon
and awakening us with wisps of fresh air
brushing against our dry, tingling lips.
An opening of young eyes,
blinded by rays of sunshine;
Warmth nestled into every crevice of their hearts
taught them not to mind.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC
Throwing pebbles across an illuminated lagoon
and gazing up at a lunar wonder,
caressing every star admiring them from afar;
Gathering the delicate beams of light
into a glass jar.
The golden sun is rising soon
and awakening us with wisps of fresh air
brushing against our dry, tingling lips.
An opening of young eyes,
blinded by rays of sunshine;
Warmth nestled into every crevice of their hearts
taught them not to mind.
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