Wednesday, March 15, 2017
golden
golden
sleepy sunlight through your window, butter colored blossoms and amber wheat waves dancing in the sun,
golden honey pouring sweetly from a jar
gold is the color of dreamy content and peaceful bliss
golden is what you are when happiness has soaked into your bones and you are made of flesh no longer, but are crafted from pure sunlight.
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Wow, this is officially my favorite poem ever! It makes me feel so contented :)
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Olivia you are a wordsmith indeed!
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