Nightfall
Time races as the “sun sets” into its bin,
An everyday “sinking spell” and a *sight that umpires* for our alibi,
The moon gradually stealthily comes out If its bag,
“Sombre shades” permeate the luminous continuous sky as “darkness draws” nigh,
*Nature’s ordered plans* are a mystery and majestic sight,
This dutiful mission and transition comes like a whiff,
The night sky embellished with stars exudes a celestial aura,
The moon gives its light as noon lights fall,
We retire to bed and “swiftly sail”.
September 24, 2022.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2022
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