Jul. 28, 2017
Dusk
Creeping Westward across our great land,
Kira Braun
Dusk lowers its hazy gloom.
The pale sun's rays deepen into shadow,
Painting wispy clouds as an artist would, with loving caresses and tender hues.
Gnats take flight, females seducing, and the smoky cloud shifts with each passing breeze.
The wind ripples the clouds as the tides wrinkle the sands,
And my heart is swept away into the peacefulness of the eve, as the crescent moon appears.
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