Golden Hour
By: Mridula Murugan
Light turns soft
like it’s slowing down,
touching everything
with gold.
Windows glow,
catching the light,
even shadows
feel warm.
For a moment,
nothing changes—
but the day lingers
just a little longer.
The sky holds color,
a light dusky blue,
quiet shades
slipping away.
Everyone watches
this peaceful moment,
unsure how much
longer.
And in that pause,
everything is
just enough.
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