Steemit Poetry Contest #13 The Evening Walk

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We walked where thick green bamboo groves
Point down their speary leaves,
Feeling the quietness of the hills,
The silence that is eve’s.

The sun’s last light, all flecked with gold,
Full on our path did lie,
And mountains piled up inky blue
Against a pale green sky.

How strange, that when night’s first white star
Burned through the heavens wide,
My heart should be so lonely, though
My love walked at my side!