The sun has sunk beneath the skies,
But leaves a soft warm glow behind;
And, climbing slowly down, he dies,
Like me to heavy rest inclined:
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Your really good a poems, Whould you mind reading mine(if you dont mind) and tell me what u think its called 'Armed with imagination(the rain hunt) 'thanks -midnightmaiden
Like this one lots. Short but beautiful and subtle. Lovely woven words. Love Ernestine XXX