A Golden Morning Call Comments

Mornings gentle breeze, trains platform so calm, a shudder becomes the cold, sunlight flickers through the darkened trees,
A puffing train upon its way through the foggy mornings call, fading away in to the distant morning light,
As I gently walk away a lady Ceizar Souza reflects in the platforms mirrors a golden lady of smiles so bright my angel of the light, hands so warm so soft upon my face,
Within you I see myself
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