The last flickers of light descend
casting a golden glow upon the earth
the winds blow the memories of today
preparing the earth for the morrow.
Trees sway from side to the other
saying goodbye to today or
perhaps shaking afraid of the dark
slowly the sun slithers behind the hills
enveloping the earth in a cruel darkness
the hills disappear
as the sun slumbers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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