The Golden Hour

That time of the afternoon,
when your day brings closure.
And you open the window,
and seep into your bed.
When you put your phone down,
and allow the sun to slowly settle on your face.
I crave the silence that fills that final hour,
when the day fades into oblivion. 
The room becomes dark, 
but hopeful echoes of the sun,
still make it through.

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