a sweet escape
from the ebony of dreams
in tor and distances
holding you
is a sublime page
of my golden summer
you and i
the eyes of the twilight.
unruffled from the scourging heat
because your arms
are my resting place
my extant vest from frets
a threshold of never-ending
by your side
is my everything.
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