"aurifies" poems
The sunset.
The sunset aurifies her hazel eyes.
The sunset makes me ache to reach out and touch her. Taste her.
As I stare, I wonder if she knows.
If she knows how I think of her.
If she knows, I dream about us every night.
Alas, I turn my head back and stare at the sunset. Ithink about how beautiful it is.
She's as beautiful as this sunset.
Maybe she thinks the same of me.
The sunset.
Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 8:35 PM UTC