Rays of twilight pour its milk all the way through;
Meanwhile, the moving blue moon peeps through;
Clouds take an evening shower; stars close their eyes;
The Sun sinks in the sea and passes out of his ways;
For the next dawn, blossom conveys, sing and dance;
inviting her to my own garden, to perform a romance;
A verse of love, curved on the soft petals of her bliss;
Lost in a beauty of charismatic, tenderness, like a kiss.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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