24 November 2015

CLOSING OF THE DAY

Days are so short by now. It gets dark in no time.
The fields are getting quiet and cold. In need of respite.
The voice of the wind blowing is no longer the same ... 
and the birds in the distance drawing against the sky.
The moon full and large smiled early rising, lifting
and everything it brought to mind.
There is a certainty of chances happening only once in a lifetime.

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