The Quiet Of Dusk
An Angel sheds a feather,
and mortal eyes rise to see
a glimpse of divinity;
a pink plume etched on blue skies.
Ethereal wisps of light
color misty clouds of white;
imbuing fragility
with exceptional beauty.
Ribbons of purple and mauve,
inseparably tangled;
dance a sensual ballet
choreographed by Nature.
And in the quiet of Dusk,
silence imposes itself
on a diverse harmony
of cricket chirps; haunting Night.
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