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Golden

Dusk turning down it’s golden colors across the face of the water Picnicking late with our two golden children a feast made of olives and crackers We discuss life as the shore calls them down, buckets and shovels in hand We laugh like we’re twenty with a zest, bubble over They laugh ‘cause they’re covered in sand. A consummate lover of catching the moment I set up the camera to pose The last of the sun winks it’s eyes as we smile leaving our skin golden glow. If I could forever replay this one memory I’d change not a singular thing This feeling of wellness, complete inner wellness is something your friendship does bring.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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