A golden-hour stroll.

Stop. See how the colors melt together? Melt your heart.

By Kayleigh WeaverPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Ahead, blue meets gold.

For a moment I'm weightless.

I'll walk again...soon.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Kayleigh Weaver

The urge to write crashes around inside of me like a vast ocean contained in a glass bottle. I can't contain it anymore and so here I am. Just trying to release the pressure on the rice cooker.

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Joelle E N2 years ago
This is incredible!! Not a word wasted. i love it!

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A golden-hour stroll.

Stop. See how the colors melt together? Melt your heart.

About the Creator

Kayleigh Weaver

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