The Gold In The Wind Poem by puti ira

The Gold In The Wind



At the window where the first
sunlight meets my fingertips,
the familiar place,
the corners of my mouth tug up softly,
enveloped by the gold in the wind.
it's not enough,
but it leaves as quickly as it came,
melting back into the day-sky...

Friday, January 4, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: day,gold,sky,wind
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