Golden Day

The golden day that you were here
Sits still within my restless mind;
The loss-of-time, the faraway,
The hope I can no longer find

The silver night was full of tears,
And sentences I could not say;
So many days that make up years,
But just one

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One thought to “Golden Day”

  1. This is a beautiful poem and photograph of a beautiful woman on a golden day. Surely the sunset will find threads of gold to sew the silver night closed and bring her a new day filled with hope.

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