San San
At end of day in fading light
The time between begins to appear
A soft gentle final sigh
Slowly gently the sun fades from sight
Shadows morph into mists opaque then sheer
That time of day we call the gloaming
Soft gray clouds billow across the sky
Like dreams and hopes float off to go roaming
~ Ellen Apple 4/14/2016
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