Island at Twilight, Iona
Soft and gentle
twilight falls
and moments,
small eternities,
drift by.
Beyond
the seagull's cry
the Sound
breathes waves
along the shore.
Sea pinks,
on jagged rocks,
stand calm and
wait for stars
that paint
hushed wishes
in the sky
c. Nikki Macdonald
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