Gold Carpet
Everything flows Everything rises Everything falls The sun's gold radiantly holds the world in its arms Its beauty is everywhere; Stretched across the water, touching the waves over there, Painted on the concrete, up along the face of the building Darkness awaits to swallow it all without a care The tension penetrates the air And grabs at the fleeting…
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