The Twilight Sky

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White clouds float over me in the dusk sky

as if patches of cotton-wool embalming my tired mind,

above a solo bird reaching majestically for the sky,

even as a band of coconut and mango trees rustle

in the heady sea breeze – to cheer its climb,

urging me to converse with the half moon,

like the lone star romancing it tenderly –

under the blanket of the cozy grey sky.

PS: Wrote this impromptu, while as I’m still watching the romance of nature.