Twilight
It’s a transitiontime
When Sun is returning to moon
Leaving colors on its trail
And birds leave the sky
Returning to trees and branches
To chirp and chat and make some noise
After a day’s hard work of roaming in sky
And I sip my butterfly evening tea
With some black coffee
Before a short stroll
To get some fresh air
Into my lungs and
To walk on stones
To have a look at horizon
And get ideas shift from brain
To get them circulating
In my veins again.
Poetry by Sona
Read 46 times
Written on 2024-02-24 at 10:08
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
jim |
Texts |
by Sona Latest textsBon VoyageI know love Tryst with Mt Blanc What does one need to write? I Hear You |
Increase font
Decrease