I wish I lived in golden skies–
In that beautiful hopeful moment
when the sun lights up the clouds
and rays of colour burst across blue.
In the golden sky,
all my dreams
would come true.
The impossible
within my grasp.
Hidden hopes
would open up
into red reality.
I would be a flaming vision
in dusty pinks,
captivating hearts
and lifting spirits.
I would embody in amber
the breathtaking.
I would hint in purple,
the ethereal.
Oh to live in golden skies–
It’s where my ideas of perfection lie.
🖤
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The hopeful golden sky. The delight of your imagination is well received by the reader.
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Thank you Kritika, this is such a beautiful comment to read 💜
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My pleasure 🙂 (Heart)
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🤩❤
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😊💜
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😄 (for your blue heart) 💜
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Oh, yet another wonderful poem, Dear Secrets!!! Especially loved the last lines:
Oh to live in golden skies–
It’s where my ideas of perfection lie.
Really Loved Your audio, SB
xoxox 😘💕🎁🌹
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