Ribbons of lavender and pink fill the sky
With the setting of the days lone eye
The dark of the night will soon descend
As the twilight's pale grows so dim
The songbirds settle in trees for the night
As night birds take flight in the dying light
And a gentle breeze blows across the grass
Quiet whisperings of those days long past
So my thoughts turn to memories of you
As I watch the sun fade from my view
There will be times my love may seem to set
But remember it will always rise
As it has done since that day we first met
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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