Late evening

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The windows shone from the secluded house,
its garden full of scented dog rose hedges –
high up the clouds were covering the edges
of light-blue sky as if they meant with pledges
the night to rouse.
The bells of a near church were sounding low,
as if they called from far away a land
and secretly night rose its darkened hand
and waved with stars as if she should command
for time to slow.


© Yutka 2020
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Beautiful, skilful poetry. Lights from a secluded house at dusk always warms the heart, a moonless night too, always seems to stand still, with only the slow-moving stars as reference? Love your poetry, this, for me, an enjoyable read.

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