Evening Comes Poem by Tom Billsborough

Evening Comes



Shadows fall from distant hills.
Smoke bends requesting an answer
From the white farm in the hollow.
There is no answer
And no sorrow as night
Encloses me in a silky mantle.
How night brings relief
After the questioning sunlight!

Thursday, June 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: peaceful
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Tom Billsborough

Tom Billsborough

Preston Lancashire England
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