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The Gloaming Hour Like a secret that desperately wants to be kept, darkness gently unfolds … unhurried but measured. The gloaming hour descends blurring the edge of day. An in between time, harboring light while coaxing the darkness Long blue shadows, stretched by dying light, drape the fields like a mourning mantle, connecting this night to it’s beautiful day… Willful to keep her memory alive. Lillie Morris
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Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC
The Gloaming Hour
as a slung hammock the moon was positioned in last night's gloaming
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May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 8:13 AM UTC
Haiku
Here in the morning gloaming burning my skin flaming as I imagine red kisses from smouldering lips! How easily in anticipation you make me whimper before with pleasure making me simper - each kiss another hot coal placed on my rawness with searing softness.
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
Hot Kisses.
Pink wisps       thin, like cotton candy, f l o a t softly around my skin. I         s           n              p    i   under the expansive, lucid sky.      S     i    g   h. Air flows in and from      my  lungs. Hung in the depth of the horizon sits a mountainous, golden                sun. I run (run, run and run),             quick to catch a lick    of the warmth into my mouth so it f i l l s me        to the seams. Light      b     e     a    m    s from my f                     i                        n                            g                                e                                   r                                      s Yellow air lingers on my tongue. I           t                   l                w          r                        i 'til I am              unstrung. Lunge! Forward and fast, Make this f    a d    i n    g moment     l     a     s    t. Past the horizon, the sun s i n k s low to edge of the ground.         I found my meaning in       the      gleaming               l i  g h t that beats so   b r i g h t. I use all of my height to jump and grasp the last pink wisp     that kiss(es) my lips. "'Til tomorrow", I whisper to the now dark sky. I'll keep my head held up      high,              for this this just a temporary "goodbye".
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
The Gloaming Hour
Pink wisps       thin, like cotton candy, f l o a t softly around my skin. I         s           n              p    i   under the expansive, lucid sky.      S     i    g   h. Air flows in and from      my  lungs. Hung in the depth of the horizon sits a mountainous, golden                sun. I run (run, run and run),             quick to catch a lick    of the warmth into my mouth so it f i l l s me        to the seams. Light      b     e     a    m    s from my f                     i                        n                            g                                e                                   r                                      s Yellow air lingers on my tongue. I           t                   l                w          r                        i 'til I am              unstrung. Lunge! Forward and fast, Make this f    a d    i n    g moment     l     a     s    t. Past the horizon, the sun s i n k s low to edge of the ground.         I found my meaning in       the      gleaming               l i  g h t that beats so   b r i g h t. I use all of my height to jump and grasp the last pink wisp     that kiss(es) my lips. "'Til tomorrow", I whisper to the now dark sky. I'll keep my head held up      high,              for this this just a temporary "goodbye".
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