Evenfall
come; sit for
a bit on the
bench in
the gazebo;
before evenfall.
watch the sun
wan dim
feel the flame
burn lose,
inviting
spirit love
to sing with passion,
boring deep, bound on its
own
mist of evenfall.
2. Evenfall
3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3, 2, 3,3, 5, 6,1,5
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