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Bless the afternoon

Bre Smith

Bless the afternoon  
With its auburn rays
Peaking through trees
As the day comes to pass 
Turning it’s leaves 
Into stained glass. 
The dusk 
And it’s creatures beyond sight 
Singing their melodies 
As if to welcome the night. 

 

This poem is a public submission created for Red Room Poetry's New Shoots digital poetry anthology

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