This quiet solitude, as the twilight calls on
Reticent, peaceful and generous
Reckless riot of colour engulfs the skies
Blue, green, red and purple
Gentle breeze caresses the universe
As if it does not exist, yet persistent
As night falls
The glorious sun hides behind
Retreating into a caressing womb, ever so gently
Copyright©Madras Courier, All Rights Reserved. You may share using our article tools. Please don't cut articles from madrascourier.com and redistribute by email, post to the web, mobile phone or social media.Please send in your feed back and comments to editor@madrascourier.com
