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A Song For Twilight |
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A glow is in the stained-glass sky, The gleam of dusk caught in one's eye; The air grows cool in evening's light As crickets sing for twilight. The purple in the west sky grows, The Earth in its fixed spinning slows; The stars switch on in flashes bright As nightbirds sing for twilight. The light dies slowly in the west, As great and small beast fall to rest; The summer day fades into night As wolves sing songs for twilight. --1998 |