I wandered meadows
Of brushed gold
With skies of pewter
And a sun of amber cold
A touch of metal
And stone
Chilling my bones
Stealing heat
Delivering beauty
While my soul reconciled
This conflicting tale
To the reality
Of your absence
©Entirety 2016
Beautifully written. <3
Thank you so very much co
I mean xo lol
My pleasure. 🙂
Amazing!!!!!
You are…
YOU are 😉😚