{"id":66324,"date":"2020-06-27T14:28:26","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T18:28:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=66324"},"modified":"2020-06-27T14:28:26","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T18:28:26","slug":"when-the-day-ends","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/when-the-day-ends\/","title":{"rendered":"When the day ends"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The sky turning grey,<\/p>\n<p>Could feel the droplets coming down,<\/p>\n<p>The smell of wet earth,<\/p>\n<p>seeping in through my windows,<\/p>\n<p>I open the gates,<\/p>\n<p>All drenched now,<\/p>\n<p>The lovers have finally met.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The sea dancing with me,<\/p>\n<p>Wind teasing me,<\/p>\n<p>Yes, its cold,<\/p>\n<p>Still don&#8217;t care at all,<\/p>\n<p>All drenched to be reborn again..<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The sky turning grey, Could feel the droplets coming down, The smell of wet earth, seeping in through my windows, I open the gates, All drenched now, The lovers have finally met. &nbsp; The sea dancing with me, Wind teasing me, Yes, its cold, Still&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":27,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-66324","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66324","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/27"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=66324"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66324\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":66415,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66324\/revisions\/66415"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66324"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=66324"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=66324"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}