The golden hour, coffee in hand
Gentle waves shift the sand
Twilight flows, the glare it mellows
the lines on her face and the leaves in yellows
Sun dips down over the hill
Her hands at rest, her heart is still
Peace is here
44 words, by chance.
I’ve missed the last two Friday Fictioneers, (time is the nemesis) but joining this weekend’s writing prompt. Thanks to Sammi and Rochelle for keeping the creative juices flowing.
Life with Alegria 
Simply lovely.
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Thanks very much Avia!
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You’re most welcome, my pleasure 🙂
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This was beautiful, Shelley.
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Thank you so very much Dale! I appreciate it.
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Dear Shelley,
If I drank coffee at twilight I’d be awake until dawn. 😉 I enjoyed your lovely and atmospheric poem.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Haha good point. Let’s make it wine then. 😊🍷 Thank you Rochelle!
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L’chaim!
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Unless it was the morning twilight 😉
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