Dawn To Dusk
Our nature's growing old -
The wondrous weight to hold.
Uplifting tune of time
Subsides to farewell chime.
So dusk descends from dawn,
So golden days are gone.
Nothing that we can do,
When nature's call is due.
February 22, 2023
Inspired by R. Frost
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2023
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