Evenings

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The kids playing out loud,
Linnet wings flying all around,
Butterflies were nowhere to be seen, they said the birds were going to sleep.

The sky was vast with a dozen of colours.
Sun setting down behind the horizon,
The mesmerizing canvas I would try to paint
but it could never be drawn the same.

Evenings felt special,
Life felt unreal,
They bought us peace,
and felt like fantasies.

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