Golden Graces Falling

“Here is a day, do with it as you will.”

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Be my pillars that are sun-kissed and gold,
stand by me when I grow unruly and old.

 

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At times cages are rugged and at times they are grace,
sometimes they hold down wonders that you don’t have to chase.

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When the bees aren’t yellow and when pines don’t grow tall,
that’s when I’ll stop walking our path and start taking the fall.

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