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Poetry
Published in
Dec 30, 2021
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It’s that time of day when the sun
in its descent crests the treed horizon
black planes bare limbed in silhouette
darkness gathers and you light my way.
©robcullen17112021
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Rob Cullen artist, writer, poet, artist — admires Lorca, the view of my garden, the thoughts of my sheepdog. Likes cooking what I grow. www.celfypridd.co.uk