Wise Words

I imagined 
golden fingers 
streaming down 
to touch 
my upturned face
I felt the warmth 
rise as a blush
staining my skin
I longed to see 
the radiance
that lit me up
from within
But Momma 
always said 
not to look
into the eyes 
of the sun
So I looked into
yours instead

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