Daily poem: Terza Rima 30


Evening gilds the stubble where skylarks trilled,

Sun sets red, moonrise pale, first star shines bright,

no breath of wind, the poplars’ dance is stilled.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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