Twilight 2
I stand by the seashore,
to bind the evening in dreams,eyes explore.
Kissed by winds of fragnant spray,
It is time to end the day.
At the feathered edge,
the red sun sets.
The ariosed view makes me forget,
the bounds of this world which are set
Flaxen sea oats,
Bend their heads.
Slowly the darkness spreads,
Little water droplets on the grass beds.
Every creatue goes to sleep,
Owl is everybody's keep.
As the silent bed of glass,
awaights the twilight to pass.
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