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[title] => Evening Fall
[time] => 2019-04-13 03:53:16
[hometext] => Watching the day go by.
[bodytext] => Ragged shreds. Linen sky. Faded bluejean clouds deny
Lamplit windows. Dying sun. Velvet black the shadows come.
Pool of moonlight. Slow to sky. Trusted ancient lullaby.
Older, wiser, you than I.
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Evening Fall
Contributed by
softerware
on
Saturday, 13th April 2019 @ 03:53:16 AM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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Ragged shreds. Linen sky. Faded bluejean clouds deny
Lamplit windows. Dying sun. Velvet black the shadows come.
Pool of moonlight. Slow to sky. Trusted ancient lullaby.
Older, wiser, you than I.
Copyright ©
softerware
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2019-04-13 03:53:16] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Evening Fall
(User Rating: 1 ) by Invierno on
Saturday, 13th April 2019 @ 08:04:16 PM AEST (User
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i love this, and will reread it a number of times until I am satisfied I have discerned the intent. I could end up wrong ab out YOUR intention, but if I formulate a concept of value to ME, then I am not wrong at all.
Blessings,
Mike |
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Re: Evening Fall
(User Rating: 1 ) by JamesStockdale on
Sunday, 14th April 2019 @ 09:54:27 AM AEST (User
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Here the days watch me fade into the shadows of the clouded sun. What great fun. Loved the flow you know. |
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Re: Evening Fall
(User Rating: 1 ) by ingeniusidiot on
Tuesday, 16th April 2019 @ 11:37:35 AM AEST (User
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This reminds of stormy day where storm clouds turn
blue skies gray while lying on a bed listening
to the rain drops play an ever changing tune upon a tin
roof. Until evening falls and the storm clears and as
moonlight pours through a bedroom window the night
time silence is broken by the song of crickets |
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