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Golden Orb
You and me,
Not meant to be,
drifting wild and free on the open ocean I see,
Surrendered hearts on silver plates,
left so long,
so cold,
we could be late,
A golden orb beats down on our run,
the...
Sun
I turn my face to the sun and walk,
My love a shadow, long,
Stretching out,
Reaching for my heels,
Trying to take hold again,
To wrap grey-black tendrils
Around my veins and
Stop me moving on,...
Summer Sun.
Defining summer:
Sun, for me,
The gentle hush,
Of the racing sea... Collecting sea shells,
Washing hair-
It's filled with sea salt:
A nightmare.