When lit drops like diamonds
or headswept stars
cascade to,
as I collide,
the ground
(and me)
in golden glory like he told,
there is like to be
(at once as wet as when we met)
the sunset.
poetry in the classical style, in generally pleasant themes
When lit drops like diamonds
or headswept stars
cascade to,
as I collide,
the ground
(and me)
in golden glory like he told,
there is like to be
(at once as wet as when we met)
the sunset.