The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead.
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ngl this poem would be better if all the charachters were furries
Excellent portrayal of nature's manifestations during an afternoon in February. Thanks for sharing it here.
Nothing like curling up with a poem by the Master. He has much to teach us about the art of writing.
Through clouds like ashes The red sun flashes On village windows That glimmer red ............like this poem very much....excellent write..
He slayed with this one! PERIOD POOH DF