
The dappled sky
So pink,so grey
Announces
'Tis the end of day.
My weary soul
Prepares for rest,
I hope in the morn
I'll rise with new zest.
The sun has set
And left such hues.
The darkening sky
Obscures the view.
I love this time
When day bids farewell.
Soon I'll slumber.
'Til the morning bell.
A Poem for Every Day in August
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