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Twilight paints persimmon onto cold winter trees just before the dusky night beckons them into a dreamless sleep a subdued canvas enlivened with vivid hues resuscitates dead branches and they sway to its melodious tune until every faint ray scatters as darkness shrouds the sky civil twilight attempts to turn back time and failed to convince it not to fly the drifting sun cast its final shadows albeit tempted he won’t be persuaded so the moon silently gathers her stars to shimmer where twilight has faded undulating in the night’s breeze wrapped in the crispness of its linen the cold winter trees sleep waiting for dawn to paint them crimson
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 5:01 AM UTC
While waiting for Dawn
Twilight paints persimmon onto cold winter trees just before the dusky night beckons them into a dreamless sleep a subdued canvas enlivened with vivid hues resuscitates dead branches and they sway to its melodious tune until every faint ray scatters as darkness shrouds the sky civil twilight attempts to turn back time and failed to convince it not to fly the drifting sun cast its final shadows albeit tempted he won’t be persuaded so the moon silently gathers her stars to shimmer where twilight has faded undulating in the night’s breeze wrapped in the crispness of its linen the cold winter trees sleep waiting for dawn to paint them crimson
1/20/19
MelissaRose
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 5:01 AM UTC
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