The colours fall to the horizon
Intense shades of red, orange and purple
A mystic fire has drawn along the sky
The birds go to roost, and the people sigh
A hard day’s work is done,
Gone is the sun
A deep blue bleeds into the sky
The mystic fire smoulders,
Until the light is no more.
The world is rooted in comfort and solitude
Yet a weariness lingers in the dark
The urge to be curled up inside
Overtakes the urge to explore the world beyond one’s home
It is time to rest, nightfall has come.
Written by Miss Wren
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