no amount
of wait
can bring:
the evening’s
golden hour.
She is
one who—
gently lays
the sun
to rest;
She is
one who—
brings in
the sparkle
of the
many stars—
and also
the moon—
into the
oblivion
we call
night sky.
It is
also she—
who made
the hue
without color
ultimately beautiful.
I wonder—
what time
tonight when
she will
come appear.
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