Sitting on the stairs
I watch the evening lamps
Lighting up the air around
I watch the tiny stars coming
Out across the sky spilling
Arrows of light on the ground
Sitting on the stairs
I feel the cool wind of the
Evening caressing my face
The new moon rises slowly
Over chain of mountains to
Shine over the world with grace
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What lovely thoughts and what a lovely way to spend an evening.