Written 20 June 2026 for A Triolet to Make My Day-Revised Rules Poetry Contest sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
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As sunlight slides behind the hill, The world turns lax with fading light, A quiet hush begins to spill. As sunlight slides behind the hill, Ongoing day's work can roost still, Shadows lengthen with coming night. As sunlight slides behind the hill, The world turns lax in fading light.
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