Evening,and as the light dims
it lingers on your shoulder
and calls to me
as if to reassure;
a guiding, loving hand,
resting with a touch of breeze
before the night falls:
Forget me not,
Forget me not,
For I am with you always,
even in the night.
And, as darkness falls,
that last touch of light calms me still.
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