At the standstill of an elegant dusk; With the daylight, covering the mask, The twilight reflects in your mood; As the sunΒ Β bleeds down in pure red; When white candles flick their flame, spreads the scent of a lovable perfume. While romantic flute sounds in the air; at that precious moment, you are near! *
BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI williamsji@yahoo.com www.williamsji.com
From the collection of micro-poems titled as MICROTHEMES, by Williamsji Maveli