Roaming in the Gloaming
Breathing out a grateful prayer for our hours of roaming,
I take your hand as sun-stained skies fade into the gloaming.
The seeds of stars emerge now, planted one by one
as the hand of evening smudges out the sun.
All our whispered promises made throughout the day—
I wonder what the chances are that they might fade away.
Will this magic that we’ve conjured retain its brilliant light,
or like the glorious sunset, simply fade into the night?
The Sunday Whirl prompts for March 10, 2024 are: wonder stained gloaming emerge prayer hours grateful seeds chances whispered smudge conjuring

So beautifully done Judy.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😉
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You are really hitting them out of the Ballpark today Judy, Thanks for making me think~!
SAM
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Thanks, Sam.. Hope you are feeling well. I think you said you are having people come to view the eclipse. Or did I dream that?
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That was lovely. I like that you added Kenneth into the mix. Brought back memories.
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