the gold thread of dawn
arrives on wings of finches
stars become flowers
summer with her doe eyed ladies.
how willing are they
to hold up the light all the live long day.
and when night falls-as darkness will,
all the blooming bows to
a bowl of stars
another bounty of willingness
to
shine.shine.shine.
xo
welcome to
where each offering is a gold thread
weaving light and hearts together
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