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Fourteen Hours
in the cove inslide
tides called neap
Dusk's berry tea bag
into sky seeps
In Eve's
skybowl purple steeps.
Lovers hasten dates
to keep.
Night insomniacs
begin to count sheep
and then slip down into sleep.
The wind's soft lullabies
across the land sweep.
When the sky is most
dark and deep
Daybreak begins in to creep
Before the full choir
come baby birds' peeps
And then ....dawning sun
over horizon peeps.
Hypnotically beautiful: so
Hypnotically beautiful: so much dazzling imagery flowing quickly through a delightful monorhyme. Really adored:
"Dusk's berry tea bag
into sky seeps
In Eve's
skybowl purple steeps."
Also "peeps" doing double duty. So charming.