When Day Is Done Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

When Day Is Done

Rating: 4.0


A half moon stealing through
From behind the edge of a cloud.
Too soon! '
Too soon! '
Cried the sun,
'My day is not done! '

(Returning from Seattle, Washington)
Crossing Moses Lake via Greyhound Bus

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Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

Baltimore, Maryland
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