Sunday, December 8, 2013


I hang on golden rays,

as I miss you.

Solitary solitaire,

with friendly games
 of truth or dare.

Flicker in the sunlight,

shimmer on the glass,

lies float on so kite-like

little secrets in the wind.

Say hello horizon,

blending with the sun,

tomorrow's little night light,

and a treasure in a pond.

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