let it be beautiful when we sing the last song

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by twergo Follow

" SUNLIGHT

Floating in a cocktail glass--
Waves lap softly, thickly,
And trickle through my hair,
Bronzing its duskiness.

I wonder why
I never brush against
The crystal walls,
Nor clip off flakes of glass
To sparkle through the gold.

Perhaps now I will drown.
It would be nice to die
Sinking lazily deeper down
Into this dreamy sea
Of golden wine."

- Margaret Rucker

(it's only a weekend away.)