The borders of heaven come down and live within this sunset
an ending day murmurs sentiment, falling from the angels wings that drip
with silver wishes and flutter in the wind falling to be dedicated with each
breath that unleashes divine lace and weaves its own beauty
introducing our very own color pallet to our dreams, guiding us with pure inspiration
that believes in this power that possesses each caress of love, unique yet bare, to be free
resounding in all the brilliance that is laid before us as we dance in glory
to the height of this honorable day that will live no more than a memory
tucked away in our minds following the well of wishes
that are enlisted for the next day to kiss us in our sleep
goodnight


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