Golden Hour Poem by Iniduo Iniduo

Golden Hour

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Colors get a warm tone,
the air starts to flow,
in the crossing zone
between to grab
and to let go.
The skin chivers
while touched
by the long arm
of the lowering sun.
Past and present blend
in the fading light
of the smoothest
Midsummernight.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 17 June 2017

Past and present blend in the fading light of the smoothest Midsummernight. very good man. use of images and words a nice combination. tha nk you. tony |

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you knw what ilike this one..it short and specific good job man

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