The sunlight falls
On Whitehall’s walls.
Some regret the sunset.
But all fires die.
And I delight
In morning light
And Kipling who foresaw
Empire might not endure
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K Morris - Poet 
I like this very much!
Thank you, Liz. I’m delighted you like it!
You’re welcome, Kevin!