End of the day

Fast falls the evening tide

Birds fly home

With the clouds they went

Traveling with the setting sun

Airy winds bring nostalgia

Birds call to one another

Enjoying the day end

Scent of wet clay

Mixed with rotten veggies

Fill the market square

Home calls darlin’

And to you I return

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