Golden rays when the tree tops skim Is it morning, dawn or the twilight scene? Slanting beams that particles hold, Keep watching as the magic unfolds!
Away from the light
Hydrangea hues cut the gold,
breaking through the monotone.
Through the shadows I spot a gate
That beckons me with a serenade.
With a promise of joy untold,
If only I crossed the low threshold!
At once shower, at once sun,
It is but, Kiwi summer fun.
A special lens captured this beauty
For us to live through vicariously!
-prachee
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