Dusk lingers;
Soft caresses of honeyed vapours
Upon clouds flossed pink
In a sky of skimmed milk–
Magical pools of azure ending;
Swirling puddles of midnight blue
Flash onyx gazes
In droplets of crackling silver;
Solitude robes in waning moon
That’s beautiful, Soumya. ๐
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Thank you, Richard! ๐
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“Droplets of crackling silver” is my favorite part.
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Thanks, Azul. ๐
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Welcome ๐
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