Golden Hour

A simple poem on just before the sun completely sets

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Can we forever live in the golden hour

everything drenched in a honey-colored glaze

dark brown eyes turned caramel

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skin bronzed from the orange star’s rays

the horizon is a painting of trees silhouetted against a cotton candy sky

Can we forever live in the space between day and night

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