Golden
Gently wafting sunshine brushing hair
Oceans of earth caressing souls
Summers breeze breaking stalks of green
Stumbling words, slipping lips
Tussled and tangled the roots
Angel hair pasta in the breeze
Mini me dancing one step at a time
Hearts warm like cocoa in snow
An empty lot of once dead trees
Fixated vision and shovelled plastic
A shower filled with God and peace
Dirt flowing down the drain
Feeding my soul with comfort
Sleep a humming bird in spring
As Golden hearts surround and fill
And I.. I am not worthy
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