Golden Hour Eyes

Sunlight in the window, painting gold across her skin. Engine humming low

like it's whispering within. Hair falls like a river, long and steady

as she drives. There's a quiet kind of fire burning warm behind her eyes.

Road unfolds like a story, waiting just beyond the bend. She holds herself

like someone who survived, who won't break again. Silver feather on

her necklace sways like every member's flight. She's the kind of calm that

feels like thunder in the night. And the world slows down

just to watch her breathe. She's a moment you don't ever wanna leave.