Mist and Gold

I'm dreaming of lifetimes of mist and gold

Barefoot on cool misty greens

Sparkling crystals floating

With stories waiting to be told

Of crinkles and laughter

And koi taking a peek

Of birds zipping by

For the seeds that they seek

Of papers and pens

Of long afternoons

Of strolls on the beach

Fingers entwined

It can never begin too soon

Here I am

At the place of my birth

Dreaming of the day

When I'll have my piece of

Heaven on earth

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*Allene Angelica*

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