all is stillness
the darkness only penetrated by the cacophony of the cicadas
who have continued their symphony throughout the night
singing on a rather high note, their song seems to intensify
as the night is slowly leaving, waiting for dawn to arrive
the flowers are whispering their goodbyes
yet the cicada gives us promise of new life
amid the farewells about us
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Simply lovely!
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thank you, Cindy! Blessings on your week!
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My kind of night!
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Yes, I believe it would be for you, Eliza! 🙂
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Cacophony is such a wonderful word. Great poem.
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Thank you for your visit, Alex…and your compliment! Hope all is well in England!
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