Twilight,
dusk
sun sinks,
light lessens,
day softens,
work ends.

A time to rest,
a time to think,
a time to meditate.

Quiet moments
then give,
time to care,
time for talk,
time to listen,
time to love,

and later
time for sleep.


Bob Blackwell
27 February 2007





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Bob Blackwell

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