Title: Golden Tress
By: Bruce Hackmann
I dream of golden days
Touching your waves of crystal
Oh, how one counts the ways
Spring air makes it so wistful
Radiance of warmth, who is the one
With luminous waves of such finesse
Light may seem to stream from you the sun
But, I bask in the glow of her golden tress
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