Summer Evening

Summer haze

Warming glaze

Wondering into a twilights gaze.

Not a care to be found

Nor wondering cloud

Only the gentle murmur

Of the passing crowd. 

Green trees nod to black 

As day gives way

And night comes back. 

Shadows eye lid starts to close

As day time sleeps and night time rose.

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