Golden Hued Silence

I return to this world, where there is only me seeing the golden hued evening sky in deep silence; Where even the time is slowing his everlasting moving hands.

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I return to this world, a place that feels both familiar and distant, where the weight of existence presses gently upon me. In this moment, it is just me—standing alone, surrounded by the vast expanse of the world, my gaze fixed upon the golden-hued evening sky that stretches endlessly above. The sun, dipping low, paints the heavens with shades of amber, crimson, and violet, as though the sky itself is bleeding in preparation for the night. It is a sight that quiets the mind, softening the edges of the day’s chaos into something more serene. There is a profound stillness in the air, an almost sacred silence that lingers, undisturbed by the usual hum of the world.

In this silence, even time seems to slow. The hands of the clock, ever so determined and tireless, appear to lose their urgency, stretching their movements as if reluctant to let go of this peaceful moment. It is as though the relentless march of time itself is softened by the beauty of the world around me. I can almost feel the pulse of the universe, beating slower now, drawing everything into a deep, contemplative pause. In this stillness, there is a sense of oneness—just me and the world, caught in a fleeting but eternal breath. And in that breath, I find a rare clarity, as if I have touched something deeper, something beyond the everyday rush of life. It is a reminder, gentle and quiet, that moments like this are precious—where time, the world, and I align, if only for an instant.

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I return to this world,

Where only I remain,

Beneath a golden sky,

That whispers soft, in vain.

The evening wraps its hues,

In shades of amber light,

A canvas vast and still,

As day gives way to night.

In this deep silence,

Time slows its endless race,

The ticking hands grow gentle,

In this sacred space.

The world, once loud and fast,

Now hums a quiet tune,

As if the earth itself

Is swaying with the moon.

And here, I stand alone,

But never truly so,

For in this golden glow,

I find the peace I know.

A fleeting pause, a breath,

Where time itself stands still,

And in that breath, I touch

A calm I can't distill.

Here, in the evening’s heart,

I feel the world align,

Me, the sky, the quiet—

A moment so divine.