Golden

The golden honey rays flow

Through the window, laying gently upon my face 

Warming me from my head to my toes

The magnificent yellow pierces 

And drips its golden honey into my innocent iris

The feeling, sweeter than a tear is

This ray of treasure

Used to bring life to beautiful flowers

Is brought down and wasted on me. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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