Twilight slides in quietly
as birds fly to warm nests.
Pink hues of evening
reflect in the clouds.
Soon the moon
comes out to shine
it’s magic light.
A path in the sky appears
as stars burn bright.
Humankind falls asleep
under the night’s spell,
brewing dreams that tell
of hopes and wishes
inspired by the stars.

May all your dreams come true. 12-2017

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almost 3 years

A nice poem, as always!

Barb Clarke
Barb Clarke
almost 3 years

Thanks Vic, the recent full moon was a good inspiration!

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