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.
Daily poem: Terza Rima 30
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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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This one is really lovely–one to read aloud. 🙂
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So peaceful 😊
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A pause, a stillness…(K)
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