Golden Hours

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

Rays of light


Touching everything

Coloring roads

draped over faces

Bathing the world

in hues

of gold and yellow

showing the living


in a new light.

Its a warm feeling

this light brings

A beautiful finale

after a hard worked day.

A glorious end

to a time of blue.

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