Waiting For the Evening...
as night gently approaches me
the sun spills
its paints on the sky
reflecting on the water
and in my eye
the flower is left alone
by the bee
and shadows grow longer
behind each tree
as night gently approaches you
the moon clocks in
for its shift
along with darkness
the stars also lift
the song birds go quiet
as the day is threw
and nature’s night sweats
will be left as dew
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