When Evening Comes.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Off to sleep until morning. My poem.

When evening comes,

I hear sweet drums,

A-beating.

The sun sinking down,

Leaves a reddish-yellowish color over town.

It has taken away its heating.

We go to sleep, and hope for the next day,

Stars come out to peep, they do not stay.


Submitted: March 26, 2021

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Alizzia Ward

A good poem though! Good night!
~Alizzia

Fri, March 26th, 2021 12:42pm

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Thank you!

Fri, March 26th, 2021 9:55am

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