Linger Here

Just before the dusk descends
a rosy shade of golden blue
fills the sky with tender lullabies.
Feathery, a dreaming cloud drifts by.

Still and soft, this magical exposure.
Breeze whispering its ease within the trees.
The hum of life is seeking to envelop everything
within a scintillating touch of almost spring.

I linger here, within the afterglow,
gracefully forgetting all I know.
One moment flowing easily into eternity.
Oh softest light - the melody of love...

? Michaelette ?

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