The Golden Hour's Long Goodbye
By Saywisely
1 min read
Jun 12, 2025
The world is dipped in honeyed light,
Before the coming of the night.
The shadows stretch, and grow so long,
And everything feels less wrong.
The light forgives the harsh and plain,
And makes the ugly beautiful again.
A fleeting, soft, and final grace,
Upon the world's tired, weary face.
Before the coming of the night.
The shadows stretch, and grow so long,
And everything feels less wrong.
The light forgives the harsh and plain,
And makes the ugly beautiful again.
A fleeting, soft, and final grace,
Upon the world's tired, weary face.