It was
The Earth itself
With streaks of sunset,
Golden to the senses
It was a warmth
Beyond blankets
Beyond sheets, fresh out
Of Heaven's dryer
It set me apart from the rest
It made me unique
Without it, I am
Different,
Compared to others
My golden Earth is gone
Maybe not forever
But for now
I will have to stay
Without it
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My Poems - 2018
PoetryNo one has to read this. It's not interesting. I don't really think the poems will be very good, either. (NOT EDITED OR CHECKED FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.)
