Spring evening

I sit listening to the birds
Chirping their final songs of the day.
The horizon is a rosy glow,
Slowing swallowed by the darkening sky.
Quiet descends outside,
Coming inside through the open window.
I am left waiting for the birds to awaken
And the sky to arise from its slumber.

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