Touch Me Dusk
Dusk
Prepares
Silky smooth
Restful darkness
Covering the end
Of bright stars boundary
Allowing natures slumber,
To caress and nurture pure bliss,
Preparing for ornamentation
Of flora delivering gossamer,
Glory upon the dawn of morning star,
To wit, as well; known as evening star,
That dwindles quiet, descending,
Behind the horizons field,
Sometimes tessellated,
At others refined,
It brings us all
What we call
Wholesome
Night
written by
Cecil Hickman
written for
Sponsor nette onclaud
Contest Name “TOUCH ME COUNT-UP AND DOWN”
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2011
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