An easy golden silence
Orange zest, vanilla bean and summer rain
And all those little perfect things I never could explain
Salty ocean air drifts over a glimmering cerulean sea
I cannot fathom how you hold such stars within your hands, such stars behind your eyes
A boy crafted from sunlit strands and toothy grins, from sun-spackled laughter, from love songs crooning static serenades over the radio as raindrops patter on the pavement
This poem doesn’t do you justice
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Author:
wren (
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Comments1
Some great images. Your phrasings are unique and colorful. I like how your words seem to flow. A very interesting read and a lucky boy. - Phil A.
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