Dusk Comes Dancing - Poem by Fay Slimm
Clear and lucid the light
Of soft summer nights.
Gentle late breezes, right
On time float clouds, and bright
Re-arranged fiery red hues
Then produce diffused
Shades, yet waltzing them through
To dusk, they start to lose
Pace in darker blues.
Dancing with colour, nightfall
Creates magic. Do see it all.
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