In a burst of colours
that paint the sky
in pink, orange and purple
the day recedes,
a farewell well deserved!
And as the dusk that falls
covers the weary day
in a mantle of darkness
slowly and silently,
the night comes alive
with its own symphony
that serenades it...
A music
that lulls the day to sleep...
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Author:
Jay (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 12th, 2022 03:13
- Comment from author about the poem: There is something magical about the twilight hour, the way dusk falls slowly and the night comes alive. The sound of the night creatures and the sighting of the first star in the darkening sky...
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Lovely lines!Thank you.
Thank you so much dear Rozina😍🦋🌻
So very true Jayasree, sitting out in the evening brings such wonderful sights and sounds to us.
Andy
Yes, sunsets are beautiful and dusk is magical:)
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