I see the sun, gold and powerful,
Greets the morning and kisses the day.
Tranquil are the sounds today
That gather at my ears.
The memory of your words still dancing in the midst.
Yet all so familiar are the days graces.
Is it truly the color from the sun?
Or perhaps the gold that shines so bright is a reflection of all that is you?
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Dec 15, 2012