Evening

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Clouds, whimsical
Drawn long
Wispy as
Angels breath
White vapour
Instead of wings
Sun’s light fingers
Scrabbles amongst
The leaves
Seeking a foothold
To hide
Throughout the night
Leaves
Fed up
With cloying heat
Shimmering shake
Light evaporates
Falls into shadows
With a sigh
A quiet slipping
Clouds and light
Disappear
And in the space

Evening creeps

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