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Savio Fonseca Jun 2020
This Evening I've started,
a bit early and I'm just,
one drink away.
From telling
The ****** Virus,
how bad a SOB it is.
Zywa Jun 2020
Slowly, the evening

light stretches out, everything –


is touched one last time.
Collection "Without reserve"
I think of you on warm summer evenings
when our slowly setting sun coats
dappled oaks in more shades than I can count,
and every leaf is framed in greengold.

I think of you as sleepy wind
lingers in my hair,
strands dancing on a moment,
before laying to rest by a collarbone peak.

I think of you when the warmth settles on my skin
so easily that I see myself
spill out into the dusky air,  
finally weightless.

I think of you.
Savio Fonseca Jun 2020
If Love, had a permanent Address.
She would be residing, in My Heart.
We would wait, for each Evening.
So Our Midnight Romance, could Start.
But now, I'm an unknown Address.
Moving from, Place to Place.
Waiting.......for a Pretty Woman.
To hold My Hands, with Grace.
Until then, I keep Tossing and Turning.
On this lonely, bed of Mine.  
Waiting for an Angel,
to lay Her Hands on Mine.
Some Nights, when U get Lonely.
Your Heart, will break like Mine.
U will long, for the Morning Light.
But the Sun won't, Rise and Shine.


.
ChinHooi Ng Jun 2020
A touch of the setting sun
clouds redly stained
the wind skims through jungles
and mountains
then stops
at the entrance to the valley
solitary whispers of birds
awaits
wandering alone
in the wilderness of time
sun gradually drops
a few big trees
hold up the sky
in this valley i'm reaching
as if trying to catch yesterday's sun.
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When evening comes, warm light floods our living room and
bounces off all the quiet angles of your skin.
The rays drink deeply from your pores
as all the gold in the world fills our little home,
and we’re the richest people alive.
Naravi Jun 2020
I dream of taking a dive in the sky as I lay upon grass staring at endless golden clouds
ah what I'd give to live up there in forever summer smelling the evening air
floating around with a bright clear blue ocean of nothingness
I want to be happy
I want to gently fall into loving
Caro May 2020
I need these nightly rituals, now;
the damp smell of the earth
as I water the garden,
the happy presence
of seedlings sprouting,
a moment alone
with the new moon rising.
Noticing how,
wherever there are spaces,
Life fills them up.
Elaine Yu May 2020
When we are young
We want nothing but love
The moon can sing
The star can dance
We can sit together
and watch them till dawn
in silence

When we are grown
We want everything but love
The moon and star is still singing and dancing
But we can no longer see or hear
"Click"
I took a picture for only a second
and share with everyone
Hope someone will ask for something
but silence

Our world become crowded
I lost that evening for so long
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