Blind sunset
The burning heat is softening
A fading presence is simmering
Birds change their song
The warmth is not so strong
A cold flash against your face
As a gull glides past in silence
A chill begins to creep
Soon there will be sleep
The lawnmower's humming has stopped
A new scent is growing in strength
Bonfire smoke spices the air
A cool breeze stirs your hair
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