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Sep 2015
Sun dropping on the horizon,
light fading as the night over takes the light.
A gentle breeze reduces the heat of the day.

Sitting on the grass,
watching the sky turn from dark blue,
to black with the twinkle of stars.

My mind drifts in and out of dreams.
Thinking of you,
the light of my life.
Willard Wells
Written by
Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
(Sacramento, CA. USA)   
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