On life and its vagaries

The Dusk and Life

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Lightly does the breeze murmur

And softly do the leaves laugh

The day, so gently, was fading into night

And birds are seen in their leisurely flight

It was all ethereal, and those who watch

Would stand still, thrilled for a space of time

But there would yet be a tinge of sorrow

In our hearts,  why? Do we really know?

The dusk does delight us, yet saddens too

When breathless we take its splendors in

There is something grand in the Day’s demise

Yet, is it the real throes, of a newer birth?


Written by Sam

January 14, 2010 at 9:10 pm

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