Golden hour


It's 3:00 pm in the Afternoon. 
Where the filter of the world turns gold.
Which brightens even the darkest corner.
The golden hour,
The only hour that fills my Soul with golden calmness. 
Like the warm smile of my love ones. 
The golden beam that illuminates my heart,
Where I find new hopes like the promising rainbow. 
The golden ray shimmering in through the dancing trees,
Brings back beautiful memories.
And the pleasant breeze engulfed my feelings. 
Reminding me of this very breath,
That kissed life into my Spirit by my Creator. 
 
Seye Wezah

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