The Terrace

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Huge red-orange sun slowly recede,
Upon the sky seem to bleed;
Whispers of night, calling home,
Such sunset days rarely spent alone.

Look ahead to starry skies;
Not time for early goodbyes.
Without love cannot the heart grow-
A new day comes beyond the rainbow!

Warm Paris breeeze gently blow-
Roses atop the bureau;
Music with a certain ease;
Smooth jazz, if you please.

In darkness of shadows, waits he!
The night is young-for me!
Stars appear, quiet avenue.
Farewell dawn skies of baby blue.

When from misty dreams awakes,
When tomorrow sunrise overtakes,
Come listen music play,
On gold terrace of the sunny day!

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Karen Jones

Date: 10/7/2021 6:58:00 AM

Huge red-orange sun slowly recede, Upon the sky seem to bleed; Whispers of night, calling home, Such sunset days rarely spent alone. What a beautiful into to a poetic gem.

Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 10/7/2021 10:42:00 AM

I'm so pleased that you enjoyed this, Karen. Thank you so much for letting me know. :)

Quoth Theraven

Date: 11/8/2020 4:06:00 PM

Evelyn, Back for seconds., 'Smooth jazz, if you please'...don't mind me, and don't mind if I do...Ben E King and the Drifters magic moment captured another. -Richard

Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 11/8/2020 4:34:00 PM

I'm so glad you're enjoying this, Richard. And I won't mind you at all. Just make yourself 'at home,' and stay as long as you like! I guess we're both fans of Ben E. King and the Drifters. :=)