The golden of the evening is a lovely thing to see glistening on forsythia and shining off its leaves Particularly through the strands of our new sunscreen door colourful it gently sways which is what we bought it for And there is birdsong out there as the sunset it arrives a joyful song to end the day and the pleasure it derives
By and by the setting sun will slowly fade away as night time comes to take a hold at the closing of the day But now until that time arrives I'll enjoy this respite here within the subtle warmth of June we have this time of year
©Jemverse
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