Beaty of the Dusk

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the beauty of the world around me when she sun goes down

Submitted: November 23, 2011

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Submitted: November 23, 2011




The icy fingers of the wind seep through my clothes,


The ball of fire which illuminates this world from dawn to dusk, its hours of fame are quickly coming to close.


Creatures who wait all these hours, wake up and prepare for the night which they desire,


While others retreat, waiting once again, for the rays of sunlight, to end the long and cold night.


I still sit on a wall, unsure of what I am waiting for. My family, inside the house are sitting by the fire.


Now the animals of the night, their calls to one another making a wonderful choir.


The sight of warmth heating others, makes me more aware of how I am shivering, so I pull my clothes around me tight.


Waiting eagerly for the night. 

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