Day’s End Foretold

The shadows grow long.

The nightingales sing their song.

I don’t think they’re wrong.

The sky turns deep red.

Time to put the day to bed.

Rest your wearied head.

Just welcome the night.

Knowing all will be alright.

When we lose daylight…

-aaa

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