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An hour before every sunset

I’ll walk to the water’s edge

The evening breeze is blowing

And daylight is slowly crashing

Temperatures have started to fall  

So, I take a seat on the bench

Watch schools of shadows swim

As waves rush from here and fro

Mirrored caps of light explode

Upon a swaying watery surface

Memories play on a hazy fabric  

Voices sound like floating whispers

But all I can long for in my heart

Is one more last hour… in person  


Poet of the Light © 2022


9 thoughts on “Conscientiously

      1. Wow, small world is right. Deserts here arent my thing either. Hope to be moving further into th mountain range soon. More color and cooler weather. I miss seeing snow that stays overnight and during seasonal changes.

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