Goldrush Vacation
I love you
When the sun rises
And when the moon ascends.
I love you
When the fire goes out
And when the river ends.
I love you
Beneath the ageless tree
Like small riches untold.
I love you
As we wash the dirt
From our pans of gold.
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2006
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