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Whereas the evening filters through To bring the darkness seeping down. The daylight's leave now overdue High above a slumbering town. To bring the darkness seeping down As the north wind starts its blowing; High above the slumbering town Night time shadows start their showing. As the north wind starts its blowing Round and around deserted ways. Night time shadows start their showing There under, eerie phantoms gaze. Round and around deserted ways Within the blackest, darkest night There under, eerie phantoms gaze Misleading by subdued moonlight. Within the blackest, darkest night The daylight's leave now overdue; Misleading by subdued moonlight Whereas the evening filters through.
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Mon, 2021-11-15 13:49
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Mohamed Sarfan Mohamed Sarfan

Dear Poeter,  The taste pours throughout the poem as my mind sinks on an aesthetic island. The fading moments of the evening silently search for the sweetness of life lost within the wonder of nature. Man divides the expectation of life into different stages. But the whole journey is immersed in something called memories. The evening time is giving new stories to man every day. Man never fails to enjoy and feel; As it is, nature is not without love for man. This poem really impressed me.  All The Best My Dear Friend; Write More Congratulations