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Nights Walk
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Nights Walk

Far from the river
The sun begins to slip down
To touch the horizon
Like a demure sage, all alone

It sheds its last glow on
The surface of placid waters
Where upon a streak of
Light from the east begins to shiver

In a minute or may be two
The sun is going vanish for a day
As squirrels rush to
The barns to hide in stacks of hay

The cool wind will cast its
Spell across vast stretch of land
The earth will look dull
And with light the sky looks grand

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Comments (4)

Very rich imagery, indeed when most people look, a poet sees.
What a picture you painted with your beautiful words...I could see that sunset...great write... Annette
Beautifully written, i enjoyed it, the moment before sunset is echoing within hearts. Thnaks for sharing
Your pen captures the evening beauty so marvelously.