Born at sunrise,
I have miles to cover,
Before the day ends,
In ripples of molten gold.
Born at sunrise,
I have miles to cover,
Before I lose,
The last bit of my innocence.
I need to find,
A place secure,
Before this life,
Steals my childhood.
I need to find,
A place secure,
Before my footsteps turn heavy,
And I sink-
Mature!
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2 years ago
1 comment:
as the day ends in ripples of molten gold! beautiful! as always!:)
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