Monday, December 4, 2023

Gilded

Days to mourn the sun
And hazed summers
Platinum future
But price not flesh
Rather intangible sweet thoughts

Dread the forever clouds
Love at one thousand miles
May try to exist afar
Peacefully for minutes
In hours of gray
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