The day was leaving, the night falling
The worn dusk, and people shouting "one more song!"
The sound filled my ears with pleasure and joy, the night was dark and sweet and long.
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Gradient: A poetry and writing anthology
Poesía"Isn't life gradient, though? It goes quickly from one colour to the next, with all the shades of grey in between." Text information: Created in the year of 2014-2015 Notice: This work is solely the intellectual property of the author. Reproducing...
