The sunset was there
At the end of the street
Compelling my hopes not to dive
The gold was like hair
Flowing down to the feet
Of this lady that keeps us alive
I love all her curves
And where she is flat
Though deep dark places I shun
I had a few swerves
To get where I’m at
While she has most gracefully spun.
Are You Reading Me?
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