How heat of sultry summer's eve consumes me.
Feisty bloody crimson glow ignites a flaming skyline;
dusk radiant decorates the golden amber melt.
Performance interrupted only by whistling voice.
Westward night cloud drifts, a gentle floaty dream.
A melody of feathered choirs gather -
fatigued; vanishing into the moonlight to slumber.
Delightful promise of attractive sunrise.
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How lovely!
You've painted a beautiful scene here. Love
your choice of words, content, & flow. 
Wonderful positive last line to finish an amazing piece! 
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Good work, Poet!!
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Thanks Cyn, your views appreciated as ever, kindest thoughts, Anna-Marie 'hug's
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breath taking...
you really have a way with of telling a story.
with beautiful props.
"westward night cloud drifts, a gentle floaty dream."
that is a great line.
i can't think of anything you could change, it's that good.
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makes me all warm inside does this, after a long spell or so it seems of cold weather here it is good to get a warm poem wrapping around the toes to let the heat gently rush into the mind where dreams will be full of rainbows and birdsong
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