Light falls
But never fades
Even when a star dies.
Living and breathing
Pressing hands into one another
Golden in autumn
As though the cascades could enfold
A living day
And the lights in your eyes are far off
Even as I stand before you
Just a length away
My work...does have personal meaning, however in poetry it's about how it makes you feel or how it speaks to you...
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