Its a Golden Hour

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its a golden hour, a flitting flower
and it blooms in the morning light
then takes off on a merry flight
til landing softly on the heather
it makes a song of the fine fine weather
and laughs for joy and merry fun
and lifts its head to see the sun
— 3/2/10 – 98 #favorite

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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and i resemble the INFP personality type.

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