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A dusky sky

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With stark strides, homeward-bound
the pigeon dives
over the encumbered expanse.

Where hover cotton-white clouds--
a quilt of clover
for a cooling distant star.

Gulls are silent
The sands twinkle
To let the dusk arrive.

Day is up, deeds are done
And sleep is no stranger.

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