the evening rolled over the plain,
a lithe lady bathed in orange light,
letting my edgy nerves settle
as I fall in her welcoming arms,
the leaves rustle in envy
and the air awaits the next move -
the wedding of orange robes
with the iconic dark night,
it happens, every day, the same way
and I am forgotten by them both
till I cry with my bleeding fingers,
a verse like this,on nature,for nature.
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Inspired by the evening sky as seen from my workplace window.
Prompted @ 3ww
