The day is dying
yellow fields reflect the setting sun.
The day is dying,
pastel sky cradles Mother Earth
in a deep embrace.
Birdsong celebrates in shrill echoes,
wings are spread…
the evening dance has begun.
It is a lovely sigh,
fragrant after rain
this dusk.
Peace and pleasure.
Beauty and calm.
The day is dying, yes.
–Lisa Schumacher
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Death of a day is indeed beautiful!
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Poems are good. I don’t usually read them.
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Hello Betty Louise, what kind of books you like?
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I read mostly mysteries, some mysteries. I don’t read many romance because I find myself in the bedroom too often. I don’t like sex or violence.
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“It is a lovely sigh, fragrant after rain, this dusk”.
How gorgeous. And beautiful photo Lucile x.
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Thank you my lovely! Xxx
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Veey beautiful both words and photo 🙂
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Thank you ma frienda! Xx
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a pleasure ma frienda back ❤
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Soothing, lovely photo
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Thank you!
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