Magic hour

As it breaks from the burn that falls on our faces,
As the harsh ball of heat that overexposes, wrinkles and distorts
Comes to rest,
Before your twilight sets in,
May I be called into your thoughts and held in the magic hour,
The golden hour,
Where shadows fade, harshness of contrast collapses,
And colours illuminate and clarify,
May that perfect picture continually touch your cheek and never be far in the darkest hours alone.

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