Evening is always beautiful, that too if you walk thinking of some one, whom you love; waiting for her in the moon light near a pond. what if suddenly she appears? what would you do?
An Evening!
It’s already evening,
Sun scampering to his hamlet
Turned the charismatic sky into orange
Moon ambulating from the thorp, simpered ogling at me.
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Tootling in the promenade,
My feet clasped with awns
I Knelt on the hassock and
held the serotinous ageratum
Zephyr smacked the scilla romping with my tresses
Sprinkling the aroma in the cantaloupic milieu
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I gently waddled to the brook and sat on the sward
Ripples sashayed, birds chirped, school of fish are balletic
dapping stones across the creek, I splashed the hands to feel relaxed
I lied down and had a nap
Hours passed by, suddenly
drops smeared my eye lids
I felt the aroma of breath
A mellifluous taste for my lips
Opened my eyes to hear the lullaby of stars
I leapt quickly and
Lowered my head to saw a mesmerising silhouette
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The blue lingerie illuminated in the mist
A damsel, a ravishing beauty
I untangled her chignon, took in my arms
Her lips quivered, eyes closed
I osculated her gently.
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