At each sunset
when the day has
outdone itself to
a brilliant remembrance
at dusk
At each moon rise
When night decks
herself in diamond
stars and bathes
in enchanting moonlight:
The heart stops a
moment
to feel the magic
and soothe the cares;
To count the blessings
and remember the giving;
To revere the only thing
that matters anymore-
Love.
Usha,2 April, '91
... inspiring to make real magic decisions... at each dusk...
Absolutely wonderful! You write in elegant fashion and provide gorgeous word pictures. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent... Rgds Nooruddeen