• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 04
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Golden Hour

It’s golden hour
and your face is aglow with
a whisper of colour,
a touch of love,
a handful of warmth,
a kiss of light.

Your eyes dance with possibilities.
The day will never end
Maybe just for a second.

Blink and the birds will sing again.
Unwrap the sun like a quality street,
hold the gold to your eye
and smile.