Stillness, under
The indigo sky
Dusk
Swallows me whole
Along with the crisp smells
Of a dying summer
Lit by the warmth
Of so many nights
Nighttide – September 19, 2020
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Stillness, under
The indigo sky
Dusk
Swallows me whole
Along with the crisp smells
Of a dying summer
Lit by the warmth
Of so many nights
DoRee MelNic 
Absolutely magnificent poem and photo!!! 😍❤️ I felt my heart vibrate to the rhythm of your wonderful verses ❤️❤️❤️
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That was beautiful, thank you ❤️🤗
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😘❤️🤗🤗
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Great epitaph to summer.
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Thank you!
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I love your poems Doree. You are a thought provoking poet.
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Thank you, Steve. ♥️🤗
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What a beautiful sky, the colour and lines, both in the image and in your poem. I love indigo.
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Thank you, Olga. The view definitely got my brain ticking. It’s funny, I love the color and the word (indigo). It has such a deep, and rich aura around it.
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☀️🍂
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Changes in seasons compels us to write poetry…
Nice, Doree!
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Bring it on 😊👍
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WOW! Just gorgeous!!! And Your photo would make an amazingly beautiful dress or scarf. It’s mesmorizing….sigh. Thank You! I hope You have a wonderful weekend, Doree!!! 🤗❤️😊
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Thanks! That would be awesome ❤️😊! The sky is definitely a place to let go of the day.
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Right?!! Just let it flooooaaaattt away…….💕💕💕
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❤️
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