"Dusk till Dawn" poem

 As the day falls into the dusk

The night emerges 

Whereon glay coloured land..

The Silver melts and drips out drop by drop floating to the bottom realm..

And it's there where you see..

The white covers ground.. 

Trees stand a tall on life and birds resting on branches for a lifelong..

And suddenly all that is..

Comes to a pause.. 

A new day sets in.. 

Of all the past, only the white is left..

Sparkling in the rays of sun.. 

Dusk till Dwan

All this in one ride..






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