My Magic Hour Poem by Charley Staines

My Magic Hour



Water trickling from a stone fountain,
Wistling, rushing,
Somehow tranquil and yet so surreal,
An endless dark pool beneath it,
The sky grey and covered,
Hiding another sunset behind eerie clouds,
No longer daytime but night has not beset,
Comforting solitude and endless peace,
Water washing away troubles and sorrow,
A moment incomprehensible, time not an enemy,
Faith to fight another day,
I was my magic hour!

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