Shadow fall
When the sunset paints the sky fiery red,
Turn your back on it. Look! The shadowfall.
Blue flows to indigo. Black, purple spread.
Venus comes quietly at darkness’ call.
As the sun retires, comes a cool moist breeze.
The flowers close, the cat stretches awake.
Mysterious movement among the trees.
Renewal of souls for all to partake.
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