They call this the golden hour—
when the sun paints its light
on the nature it has traveled
lightyears to touch
when the sky blushes
shades of crimson
at the witness of
such spectacular beauty
I am lucky to capture
such a spectacle
but the golden moments
of the golden hour
are the ones where my camera
lays on the table—
forgotten
as I am lost
in the beauty
Beautiful imagery in words, Kristian.
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Thank you, Rob!
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Beautiful. You, the poem and the picture. Stunning 🙂
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Thank you so much! 😘
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You are most welcome. 🙂
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A wonderful poem, Kristian! And your photo has a real “Mona Lisa” vibe to it. I love it!
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Thank you, Brad!!
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Beautiful photo and wonderful poetry dear Kristian.
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Thank you so much!
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Excellent poem and beautiful photo 😊🌹 Well expressed 😊
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Thank you so much!
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😊🌹💗❣️❣️🌷🤗❤️💕My pleasure. God bless you 🙂☺️
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