The Last Hour

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When the yellow hues turn gold

And shades of orange appear bold,

The fiery ball begins to sink

Ever so slowly to the brink.

When pretty flowers turn their heads to sleep,

The mellowing colours continue to bleed…

The lilting grass starts to droop

And birds hurry back, it’s time to roost.

Daytime is fading,

Twilight is calling,

The final hour is here…

The hour before darkness is always the sweetest

Hear! Hear! Hear!

-Leha   

10 Comments Add yours

  1. Samuel says:

    Awesome poem painting a vivid picture in poetic hues. You made me nostalgic.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Leha says:

      Thank you so much. Glad you liked it:)

      Like

  2. Janhavi joshi says:

    Hey (leha)
    A very well-developed blog with step by step guidance on A literary affair.
    The way you explained each point with necessary details is really commendable.

    I highly appreciate your hard work for creating this blog that is very useful to those more particularly who are facing problems to choose books.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Leha says:

      Thank you so much for taking the time to leave a wonderful comment. I’m glad you like it. Stay tuned for more writings!

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  3. Wonderful Leha exited about ur work

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Leha says:

      Thank you so much. Glad you liked it

      Like

  4. Christina Divakat says:

    Nice reviews waiting fr more

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Leha says:

      Thanks a lot!

      Like

  5. Harishana says:

    Poetically amazing!!

    Liked by 1 person

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