Azure Glow Of My Evenfall Poem by Lovita Morang

Azure glow of my evening tea.....
I am not impressed by the wartalk,
Yet, azure glow of my eventually
Gloaming crisp, i run My fingers into the curl of my hair
A kindly, conspiracy kind, the length and breadth of my attire
I hide my delicate dreams, yet azure glow, mutual to the gentleness of desire, the design in couture converse,
Crestfallen gossips, in not the kind of friendship,
For me no terrors rise, in nation's kind deed
For me, in me reside,
in the thought of
bugaboos and wicked ogres.
Oh! A bone to pick,
High-nosed infringement,
Breathes are like the strong storms, prick
Thicket thigh unworried
Homeliness endured, in each thickness of brick
Bloodhound sniff the sweetness of blood
Marrows are dainty chastening, i breed
nay for my sweet evening, a balminess,motives penetrates
Just a cup of tea, beloved it's slight chill,
Yet in azure glow of my evenfall
Delicate is this stealthily captivating, silken hedging
And, watch the butterfly seep deep the corollas
Petals soft and tender
And.... each day lovely, chasing the fluttering fireflies,
Their thin day of hope, draped in their breast, blood red now,
Tangled in cold sense of the nights, ridden up the mountainous snow
Through this strangeness of drawling, courteous fondness, demure i grow
Again tomorrow will be my Poem, may be a song better, evenfall in stillness azure glow.

-Lovita J R Morang