Dusk’s shawl gently spreads
Over evening’s withdrawal to sleep
Gowned in bright scarlet shades
Evening reluctantly creeps
Night’s dress, twinkling with stars
Appears to invitingly woo the poet
A romantic night staged for lovers
The poet is enthralled, entrapped!
Searching deeply he paints in words
Capturing the moment fleeting by
Diluting feelings into pictures of words
Inked a poem, he leaves with a sigh!
30.3.2015
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