AT six o'clock of an autumn dusk
With the sky in the west a rusty red,
The bells of the mission down in the valley
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Brilliantly inked outstanding poem reiterating the continuous flow of the circle of dawn and dusk. Thanks for sharing.
The poem reflects the feelings as if something has gone amiss when the day is about to descend into a night. Thanks. The bells of the mission down in the valley Cry out that the day is dead.