Golden

September 24, 2017

The golden honey rays flow

Through the window, laying gently upon my face

Warming me from my head to my toes

The magnificent yellow pierces

And drips its golden honey into my innocent iris

The feeling, sweeter than a tear is

This ray of treasure

Used to bring life to beautiful flowers

Is brought down and wasted on me.

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