Grotto of Dusk
The hearth of
russet swirling
down the red pool,
cascading into the
drenched heath of
silhouetted blue.
Rivulets of brimming
dark curves trotting,
along the spires of
veiled hues.
The sabre palms
brooding in sober
silence.
The groping stream
gazing over the lore
of the vivid sand.
Copyright © Kalyani Bindu | Year Posted 2010
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