Nothing’s Gold, Please Stay

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liquid stars

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drip through tree’s shade,

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scattering sun’s light.

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pennies fall from

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made, wish I may and might.

tear

drop

dew

on grass and leaves,

when lying next to you —

unveiling heaven,

lucid sleep,

tints slumber

golden hues.