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Dusk She Comes
The low-slung setting gold of day
Gives in to rising mist that brings
The ev'ning's gentle mistress Dusk
Who's burnish'd sheen of silken skin
Surrounds expressive eyes of light
Reflections of last rays of sun.
Beyond, her gems of stars approach
To drift upon her shoulders bare
With constellations in her crown.
And as the night Nocturnal wakes
To host the life within her keep,
Her sister finds another day.
"Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
This was written for & came in a runner-up in the DUP competition "Dusk, prologue to Night".
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