Days of Gold

Days of Gold

Serce Spiewa by Absentii

These are the days we inhale summer
Her golden rays and restful slumber
The butterflies and whispering trees
Bright, coloured flowers and cloudless scenes

These are the days we nimbly rise
With plans to seize our precious lives
To breathe in blooms, to memorise
All that excites our hungry eyes

These are the days that paint us gold
That pleasure all, from young to old
With feet upon the sun-kissed grass
We’ll close our eyes and hope it lasts

These are the days we shall review
When old and grey and wiser too
We’ll sit and share our stories of
Adventurous trips and summer love

These are the days
That can’t be sold
Lasso each one
And paint them gold

~ Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved © 2016
Image: Serce Spiewa by Absentii
Source: antiquecameo.deviantart.com/art/Serce-spiewa-385130839

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