The Dusk is leaving...
Probably for a distant stroll...
Heaving a sigh over...
Looking back at the day...
The dusk is leaving...
May be to have some time alone...
Thinking about its youth...
Slowing down near the pool...
The dusk is leaving...
Igniting some dying sparks...
Buried deep in night's heart...
The dusk I leaving...
It's footprints in the golden sands...
Falling in heaps, in time's land...
The dusk is leaving...
The day will soon end...
But where'll be dusk then?
May be in rhyming winds...
Those accompanying...
The elongated shadows...
May be in the heart of night...
Where it falls asleep...
Still murmuring...
At the day's events...
Long and tired some...
The nest of silence...
Healing its burning wounds...
Caressing it to emerge soon...
As the day will rise again...
The dusk will too...
Not to leave...
But to depart at the juncture...
Of day and night...
Where real love exists...
Thrown open to the naked eyes...
Not hidden behind any doors...
Departing to dwell in eyes...
Like an unforgettable dream...
Of paradise beautiful...
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