Golden Roses

24.04.2015 г., 21:53 ч.

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Think of golden roses,

stuck inside my golden dreams.

Think of wine-red moments,

of festivals and cotton steams.

lay among the winter flowers,

that grow onto the frozen night.

Make me wish for endless hours,

kept breathing only by your light.

Take your steps,

and I'll reach for thy hand.

Alongside golden pavewalks,

alongside Neverland.

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