Golden Sunshine

Warmth tingles my cheeks,
Like hot, golden sand is brushing across them,
Or as if tiny needles gently poke my skin.
The gentle heat relaxes me,
Like hot cocoa on a cold day.
It feels as if I’m being smothered by light,
Or bathed in rays of sun.
It feels like happiness, and hope.  
Trust, and gratitude.
Warmth tingles my cheeks,
And it feels as if sunshine is made of gold
 

maelynslavik

VT

13 years old

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