Golden Day Longing - Martin Hall

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Golden Day Longing

Golden Day Longing

Sweet

Golden day longing

I feel it inside

Each breathe that I take

High

High as the empty

It falls on my skin

To cover the burns

Turning silver

See the writing that runs down the wall

Book of reason

I don’t need it anymore

Sweet

Golden day longing

No words can explain

The feelings I have