Open the Door

Open the door and you'll find her -
golden haired, honey, or fawn brown,
sitting with fingers, tiptoeing
across the vineyards;
a cascade that dances
down my narrow walls
built by freedom
and holy crosses.

I accept the creeping daylight
and admit to it's transgressions,
albeit under this sunshine rain,
I still gather all the flowers
that I am able.

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