Poem -
Eventide
Eventide
Twilights charcoal mantle falling
Voices of angels are softly calling.
Night rain falls like a mist on all
From the trees the nightingales call.
The blue light of moonbeams cast
a mellow dream of all things passed.
On the earth shadows are falling
In the night my sad heart is calling
calling, calling, calling.
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Lovely write! I like the mood in the piece…languid flow that calls to the reader. Well done.
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