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Sep 2020
Evening calls
But not for me
It creeps in gently
almost silently
to comfort the lost
and lonely
Speckled navy blue caresses
ease the worried mind
arms so gentle and secure
they leave the sad behind
Evening calls
envelops the mind
with soft silky silhouettes
of saner settled times
Evening calls
each one of you
forward
faintly
to sunnier safer times
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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