Opening poem
poem
THE GOLDEN HOUR Dipping down into the abyss of darkness With streaks of last rays of hope, you leave Meandering clouds just swirl with madness As robe of golden hours, you weave
Queer how wind just plays along too And sets your curls to dance along A masterpiece - perfect of all hue Wish times like this would just prolong
Coz it's when time's no time to miss but That's the times where I belong! Where I belong.
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