golden
are rays settling down
having left their smiles
on the faces of that day
a satisfied sleep
golden
are hours with friends
collecting moments like fossils
layer on layer
and as much part of the river
as the visit that nearly
didn’t happen
golden
are the summers
where change meets you
and breathes
and waits
and invites
golden
is your yes
and the hours are
golden
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