The Dusk Spreads Its Wings.

The dusk spreads its wings.

It was time to go home.

The evening rolled over,

And the sun went around.

The dusk spreads its wings,

And we had tea and butter.

The marmalade on the bread was excellent,

Ma had beautiful butter croissants for few evenings,

That gave me sheer happiness and they tasted better and better.

The dusk spreads its wings,

All were happy and happier,

It’s such time,

When everything quells down,

As a time to relax comes hereafter.


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