Poem: Dusk

Posted on July 30, 2016 by Tom Atkins

Dusk

Softly the dusk falls without fanfare.
Softly, the world grows quiet,
a few distant waves, a seagull in the distance.

Sometimes peace
is better
than fireworks.

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