Evening Eye

Evening Eye short poem

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Curled up in the blanket of dim light hours,
Shadows overreach, closing the gap of every enclosing hour.

The gentle waft that had me swoon,
Drew me into a cup of steaming brew,
Lips damp with the brush of froth,
The warmth left a lasting frost.

Draped in the rays of lukewarm dusk,
I caught the cold of an impending gust,
Caught in the rage of unsettling rush,
I plunged into the depth of beginning hush.

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