Golden

Like
the dandelions
sitting
calmly,
basking in the warmth
of the shimmering sunlight,
it whispers
with the greasy oil touch
and slight delicate touch
of daffodils
and tulips;
lurking in
the silvery pools
of moonshine
and the sour juice
of a bright lemon,
it sift through fingers
like grains of sand.





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