In the beauty of her pink
hues,
Merging softly with the
wide blue,
In spaces filling with
musical tunes,
Evening celebrates her
august glow.
Like a jewel of crimson
flame,
Glowing brightly at the
horizon,
Like victory at the end of
a well-played game,
The evening sun, awaits the
next morn.
Little feathered flights
sing joyously
Yearning for the light to
stay on,
Tall rooted lives aspire
earnestly
Carrying in them the hope
of a brighter dawn.
And in our hearts is felt a
deep richness
Formed successfully from
the long day’s experience
Here is evening in her
glorious fullness
Vibrating wisdom as her
very essence.
-
Sandhya
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