If We Chase the Sun
Who shall chase
The golden sun with
Tall prairie grass
In our hands,
We chased the sun away,
As the round yellow star
Cheeks blush red, and
We hide behind
The gray-blue clouds
We lost our breath away
We gasped for air
Without despair
This shall be done
If, we chase the sun
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2008
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