Abandonment Photography by Arend Thibodeau

Golden Hour

A poem by Arend Thibodeau

The sun touches the horizon

Sending colors into the sky.

Crimson and violet, beauty

That cannot sustain.

The golden glory

Fades away

We must be ready for night.

Twilight’s gleam brings shadows

And we become apparitions

Our glow is no longer vibrant

But grey like a sunless winter.

In the waning light

We are reminded

All things beautiful

Fade away

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