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 has worked quite a few years as a teacher. She enjoys pursuing her passion of blogging and poetry.
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