GoldA Poem by JacobMarloe
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Summer becomes night Warmth yet remains Kindling passionate flames Rising up from below Comfort gifts to bestow The safety of my household To be cherished like gold My family's love boundless Words cannot relay soundless How fortunate I am To be this man © 2017 JacobMarloe |
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Added on December 20, 2017 Last Updated on December 20, 2017 Author
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