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Twilight

Day 4 ... 

Twilight is a poem about hope in any situation. We all have a precious future ahead of us. 


Twilight

A stream by the tree,

At the twilight it flows, we see

Pink lilac sky mirrors, and we

Look up the night sky, plea

Let us, to be.


 - Michie Lyne

๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒŸ


A Pink Rose, pastel, Michie L, 2023. 




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