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Evening

Writer's picture: abiolareganabiolaregan

The sun is whispering goodbye

Making way for the moon's rise

Golden, rosy, purple hues dance in the sky

That time when the glow shows in your eyes


Cutlery lightly clinks as dinner is eaten

Yawns signaling that end of day is drawing near

Shrugging off the day's losses which have left us beaten

Promises of the next day's fresh starts holding us dear


A little window between day and night

Heading home or venturing out anew

So much to experience in the twilight

Reinventing how the world sees you.




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