Golden Gate

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Golden Gate

A green haven of trees
At the top of a hill fading away
A calm surrender
When I feel like my life is expired at the end of the day
A white sky filled with mists of grey
With a blue horizon
Mocking the streelights but refusing to disintegrate
This is my world
When I forget who I am in a way
Looking down
Looking up
Remembering I'm not who I say
Realizing you will never change my strength
And knowing I'll be okay
This is my life
And my secret golden gate

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

invisibledeath0’s Poems (13)

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Losing SCM 0
(SH) 1
Atmosphere 1
Golden Gate 0
Your Freedom Speech 0
Unknown 0
Wondering 0
The Sound Of My Dreams 2
Dreams & Hope 0
Another MSL 0
Goodnight 0
Non-sense 0
MSL 1