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Dusk

Dusky blue the twilight hushed, dimming daylight’s edge

cherry tree, green leaves grow – gathering black of night

so quiet, my sleepy garden bows

still warm the sun drunk petaled heads

August moon lingers

only a crescent slicing low

silver birds silhouetted

in shadows flying home

evening deepens, dark the day

silence, the world so far away

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