A sinking sun sets the mood, o’er the mountains

The last bell chimes, and silence fills the lands

Peacefulness reigns, with the dimming light

Which cast its shadows, across the sands

A haze falls over the country, like a slumber

Not even the chirp of crickets can be heard

And as night settles in, and day slips away

The colors of the sky, become serenely blurred

 

December Writing Prompt – The last bell chimed and not even the crickets could be heard – Day 28/31

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