It makes the world glow.
For miles around,
The countryside is cast in a bright, golden yellow light,
Shedding a shimmering sheen over the hills.
Those few, precious minutes when the sun is just about to sink below the hills,
But it is just resting gently on the treetops
Is my favourite time of day.
One quick glance and it blinds you for a few seconds,
Blotting out the hills in the distance,
Blotting out the world.
Those few, precious moments before the sun falls behind the hills
Marks the end of another day.
I've made it through another day,
And now the night is coming.
The sun is gone until tomorrow,
And now I wait eagerly until the beautiful pinpricks of light come out to break up the darkness.
The stars.
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PoésieHighest - #36 in Poetry "Not only did I love her, but I could tell the universe loved her, too. More than others. She was different. After all, I would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair." -Christ...
