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Our Golden Hour
Crackling campfire, glistening water.
my body on soft sand,
hugged by golden hour,
and your fingetips around my hand.
Shaking grass, beneath summer light,
you and I, oh how well we fit
underneath this infinite night,
as our lonesome lives turn into this.
Burned marshmallows, sounds of laughter.
Around us, the air filled with harmoy,
as our heartbeats begin to sync together,
I know this bliss of warmth deep within will forever stay with me.
© Dorothea.S
my body on soft sand,
hugged by golden hour,
and your fingetips around my hand.
Shaking grass, beneath summer light,
you and I, oh how well we fit
underneath this infinite night,
as our lonesome lives turn into this.
Burned marshmallows, sounds of laughter.
Around us, the air filled with harmoy,
as our heartbeats begin to sync together,
I know this bliss of warmth deep within will forever stay with me.
© Dorothea.S
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