The Gloaming
The Gloaming
In the gloaming,
Light fades and shapes lose their edge,
Uncertainty creeps in.
In the gloaming,
Leaves whisper and owls cry,
What can’t I hear.
Copyright © Alison Douglas | Year Posted 2024
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