A Little Night Magic
When the sky begins to paint with all the colors of her gray
and time herself meets dusk, what am I to say?
To the lasting hour of the light also known as "paving way"
Should I close the shades make some tea
rest my eyes, or read some poetry;
When day is done and the hour has been slowly spun
will I greet the night and make it welcome as the sun
will I meet the stars and moon with hope and stun?
Yes I willl.....
To all of these
I will..xox xo
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2018
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