There is this day a glow of gold
Upon the boughs of this green forest
And nothing's dying, nothing's old
There is this day a glow of gold
For in my heart new love unfolds
Which will not bow to night's grim chorus
There is this day a glow of gold
Upon the boughs of this green forest.
Saturday, May 27
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2 comments:
I like the imagery of this one--although "glow of gold" reminds me of pollen (especially today).
*sneezes*
/taunya
Ick. Thanks though.
*feels the tickle of a sneeze coming*
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