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I want the golden tips of summer to grace my mind
Lighten the crevices that were once mine
I wish to blossom into a being of love
Abandoning these cracks, left untouched.
Pictures of you placed in a box
Turning grey from moving on
I wish to embrace the lady you will become
Red lips, rosy cheeks and a heart that is no longer numb.
I will walk along the sand, toes entangling, pattering like mad,
Because the golden tips of summer is here,
Moving forward, away from the tears.
The quiet won't be deafening no more,
Sleep will creep up into my eyes creating soft snores,
And I will be warm from the grace of golden
Moving forward to blossom.
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The Essence of Poetry.
PoetryA selection of poetry I have wrote over the years. Finally feel ready to present it and what better place than on here for you all. The privilege of being the first to see it's true essence. TAE.
