Stretched
across clouds
laced
with strands of gold
lassoing
the sun... rising
slowly
melting like monarch,
riding
upon seasons
Today...
that season renews
HAPPY BIRTHDAY...
Dearest Donna
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Stretched across clouds
with strands of gold
the sun... rising
melting like monarch,
upon seasons
that season renews
Author noteswrite me something beautiful in relation to me and my birthday. If you know me on here it should be easy to do in 27 words. A contest entry
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