Tick, tick tick
how they fleet
those magic
moments...
crested on
the hill tops
the sanguine
sky
benevolent
lends grace
to the valley
beyond...
in prayer
the earth
awaits...
the gloom
that spreads
is not for
ever..
slowly,
tearing apart
the dark
curtains
there it
spreads
radiance!
soothing ...
the
moon glory!
that too
not for long
dark moments
of stupor,
follows...
earth hovered
by the
uncertain...
wait, wait..
perennial it
appears...
no, magic
moments
of
awakening...
there it
dawns
another
morn of
fresh starts...
green
leaves
glazing in
the sun.
@
myna
Eva
Molly Joseph
India
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