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Golden beams across the street,
a melody so pure, so sweet.
Piano hums a waking tune,
the sky still blushes from the moon.
Shadows pull like sleepy lace,
morning lifts a gentle face.
I walk the path where brightness starts,
and trace the map of open hearts.
On the sunlight path we go,
step by step the colors grow.
Every chord a warming breeze,
every pause a line of ease.
On the sunlight path we stay,
till the clouds all drift away.
Sparrows stitch a silver thread,
from tree to tree above my head.
A passing bike, a friendly nod,
the common world becomes a God.
You join my side with quiet feet,
we match the rhythm of the street.
No need to rush, no need to hide,
the path itself becomes our guide.
If day turns hard and shadows cross,
we’ll hold the light we didn’t lose.
Inside our pockets shine a spark,
to walk us gently through the dark.
On the sunlight path we go,
hand in hand the colors grow.
Every chord a warming breeze,
every pause a line of ease.
On the sunlight path we stay,
till the clouds have slipped away.
When the noon is bright and wide,
we’ll send a thanks to morning’s tide.
For showing us the humble math—
how love walks on a sunlight path.
