Day Seventeen: That Time of Day

That Time of Day

It’s that time of day
when the sun gives way
and the light draws away
as dwindling specks of sunlight whisper, goodbye.

It’s that time of day
when the moon rears its gleaming head
and the sun has bled
as the waking stars drone, hello.

It’s that time of day
when most things bright fade away
and we have nothing left to say but
goodnight.

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Author: Misty

dreamer. wordcrafter. child of the King.

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