Wordwyse
a poetry blog
Tuesday, 24 April 2018
Evening Rain
From a soft sky
cold drops
patter hushed air,
ping on grey cement.
The roads
dinner time desolate.
Overhead, the glow
of pink and gold.
The sun bends behind
a blue-shadowed hill,
calm falls.
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