Saturday, January 11, 2025

THE ISLAND’S GOLDEN HOUR.


The sun dips low beyond the sea
Its glow dances on the waves set free
The horizon paints a fiery hue
As day and night in silence coo
In golden light the world we see.

A soft breeze whispers through the trees
Caressing the island with gentle ease
The air thick with the scent of salt
As shadows stretch without a halt
The moment feels like ancient pleas.

The waters shimmer with each glance
A tranquil spell in every chance
The sky is wrapped in amber bands
As beauty spreads across the lands
The island breathes in sweet romance.

The golden hour takes its place
In timeless calm and quiet grace
As nature sighs and birds take flight
Leaving behind the fading light
A perfect end to endless space.
In this stillness hearts are bound
Where peace and joy are softly found
The island hums a lullaby
As stars prepare to fill the sky
And all is still without a sound.

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