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Lie back, listen!

Whispers like the rain fall not long past

Golden light in a sky, full of clouds chasing delight

Swift ever changing angels

And I, a devil, watching

Enjoying their pleasure at my leisure

Such simple joy,

With birds singing the sun to rest

As sunset on this spring day comes I bless

The sight falling before my eyes

That shall bring night and it’s dreams to rise,

So, whisper trees in glittering light

I wait reclined, with gentle heart and open mind, eyes behold glorious twilight.