The gentle night .

The Cicadas return
a promise on the wind TheĀ gentle night recalls
The way the sun
goes down, blushing against the sky
leaving colours asĀ she falls,
The moon, he waits patiently to dim the lights
By spotlight stars she finds her dreams
And in her wake, he hides away
But loves her beyond the meadow streams.
Ā
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This is lovely short and sweet poem. X
Thank you Denise Coulson ā¤ļø