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.....Evening's Kiss


In the Evening, sounds get
Softer, until there's a hush
Which settles as powder
Snow would...leaving the
Earth almost velvet, gentle,
Soothing the last, worn,
Tiredness...
'I'm almost home...almost
There.'
Felt by man, animal, alike.
Evenings are not the end
Of the day...just a breathing
Of kindness, a faint kiss on
Cheeks.
You look around...no one
There.
Oh, there was something
There...it was Evening's
Kiss...until you meet again

Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com

2007-12-01 14:21:15 · 2 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7 in Arts & Humanities Poetry

2 answers

recently I have come to recognize this feeling on my own, and to see it put to words as eloquently is very nice. Personally I like to stay up and enjoy that "evenings' kiss" Sometimes I just stay up till the sun rises, till the world starts, till that kiss cannot go on. that gentle breeze, not hot, not cold, in the moon light when I can, soaking up the diluted rays. Ahh to even remains of the times I have spent thinking, spent wondering, spent silently enjoying. what a way to spend ones days, but only at another end.

2007-12-01 15:42:41 · answer #1 · answered by CD 3 · 1 0

I knew your work would give me goosebumps. This one frosts over the glass then blows a breath of steam so you can look out the window. Excellent!

2007-12-01 22:34:40 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 1 0

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