An Autumn Eve #TheThreeWords Grass sprinkled with dew drops, Night draws closer by each tick of the clock, A silent eve, without a whisper from the wind, As I lay by the illuminated dock. It seems like an eternity, Before night falls upon us once more, For now dusk is all that engulfs us, While the air is bitter and raw. Fragments of day and night fit together, Darkness and light compromise, As I gaze at the undecided, mixed sky, Waiting for the beating sun to rise.
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