The calm of the evening, the light of day is gone.
Words without meaning is a nightingale without a song.
A noon of wonder had just pass by, no time is squandered not a time in our lives.
The day us coming to an end, no more cows to feed no chickens to tend.
The cool of the evening, the heat of the day.
Once was morning, now washes away.
Time is precious, time is grand.
No force to reckon, toes in the sand.
Wet and sappy, water rushing in.
Feeling happy, cooling wind
The day isn't over yet, but what happens when the sun sets.
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When The Sun Sets 🌞
PoetryThe setting sun the rising moon all that happens from when the sun rises til when it sets
