Dusk

green

Spilling green from my screen
Of grass washed in evening
Quiet, soft, dearly diffused
Eyes twinkle amused
At the slowing breath of a dying day
At the prophesy of a celebration
In the memory of the sun
Eyes twinkle delighted

By your mystery
My very dear
Dusk!

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