The eventide casts its amaranthine glow.
Sibylline skies embrace the serene moonlight.
Oh! A mystifying hue I might oft seem,
A fervent promise of an alluring night.
I’m the free-spirited child who dares to dream.
Like Veronicas in the arid terrain.
My deep hues are mirrored in a gushing stream,
I peep when the sunrays kiss a drop of rain.
I’m invincible, in my heart I just know.
I witness a bards prudence and ecstasy,
When words are quilled and fiction meets fantasy.
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Priya Washikar is an English teacher and blogger. She loves to dabble in poetry and short fiction. She teaches Creative Writing and Poetry to kids and adults at her online classes "It's Only Words". She feels blessed that she's got an opportunity to convert her passion into profession.
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