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Twilight
The warm air stays amonst the shrubs as the daily flowers
close there buds. The sun has gone like a falling crown to make
way for the moon with it's old familiar frown.
This is the time when the air smells sweet and frogs come out
and dance at your feet.Honeysuckle and roses all in full bloom
swaying in the breeze with contented perfume.
Swallows darting here and there all part of summer fare.
Soft rain starts to fall, but not for long because the nightingale
is again on song.The day is long in the Twilight Zone and this is
the time when you want to be alone, so you can spend time
with the stars that arnow peeping through into a sky that
has now changed to a midnight blue.



sylvie spencer




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"Everyday Poetry"