Twilight At the Creek
the sun retreats to its chamber ~ silhouettes of birds adorn the sky
nightfall at the creek
an amiable breeze blows
birds take their flight home
The night runs to stand still,
The sun bows to its will,
Winged shadows are seen in the sky,
Nature's beauty makes one cry.
June 11, 2023.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2023
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