Orange Ashes
I wake up to morning dew, slippery on my shoe
My footprints, dark green grass
Why Hello handsome you
You're home to me at last
We make love quick and fast
Pour wine into a glass
Watch the sun rise from orange ashes
Love quenched before the waking masses
Copyright © Liberty Robbins | Year Posted 2012
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