golden hour
sometimes you catch me,
watercoloring the sky in the evenings,
paintbrush
dipped
in your dimples,
painting the clouds with
the blush on your cheek
.
golden hour,
they'd call you,
and
the trees glow orange like candies,
and the world turns
pink
like cotton candy buttercream milky roses
:
like candies,
dusting the sky in
shimmering breath
.
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