Twilight,
dusk
sun sinks,
light lessens,
day softens,
work ends.
A time to rest,
a time to think,
a time to meditate.
Quiet moments
then give,
time to care,
time for talk,
time to listen,
time to love,
and later
time for sleep.
Bob Blackwell
27 February 2007
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Bob Blackwell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening-19/
