Lugh’s Garden

Sun on golden hair,
Reflections in a window,
Such simple beauty.
A smile, open as morning,
And I am captured again.
A slave to beauty
In the heart of a woman,
And a hope for love;
I find my joy in moments,
When sun shines on golden hair.

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