Sea of gold

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It is a privilage to be present here,
warmed by your radiance,
floating between the waves of your hair, burning with the currents your hands create.

You are the embodiment of sun reys meeting ocean blues.
You are fierce in your delicacy,
constant in your turbulence.

I thought I knew the vastness of emptiness, but I was mistaken.
Nothing contains the gold of your voice or the blue of your eyes.

The time spent without you seems like the ticking of a faulty clock measuring time,
It does not seem significant enough to move it's arm.

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