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About This Poem
Evening Walk
Restless is the evening's song,
so eager to release the throng
of scented jasmine's sweet sachet.
A first star takes my breath away...
while clouds pile high like pink parfait
with fringes gold in soft bouquets.
Two lonely spruces thrash and sway
in orchestrated breeze ballet,
while dappled in the shadow's play,
a weary earth turns shades of gray
My silhouette is growing long.....
as moonlight begs to come along.
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