The day is over now
lands are yet to plough
a flock of lambs lost there
the sun is gone down below near
the clouds mask the sky blue
some birds flew some cows moo
arise from the depths of shadow
the stars lit enough - bravo
those leaves on the ivy branches
welcomes a sojourn and trodden stances
the day has songs all being sung
a burning forehead and a parching tongue
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A good poem on hard and persistent work yet to be finished but the workers tired by dusk.Simple presentation on all kinds of actions.