Nocturne
Cloudy embers easing into evening,
Flush fading Ferrari fires of day.
Nirvana nocturnes of nightingales play,
Awakened star sisters start sky sweeping.
Why do I feel such a daily delight,
With the onset of every falling night?
As darkness wipes clean the canvas of Eve
Joy floods me with what Dawn’s paint will achieve.
Copyright © David Drowley | Year Posted 2023
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