The silken threads of night
lined the evening sky
as sunset approached
near the closing of the day.
The trees sway under
a soft evening breeze
as lovers walk arm in arm
down shady lanes.
Nocturnal sleepy heads awake
for their evening calls
to bring alive the night
as the moon smiles down.
Pastures of refinement
cloud uncluttered minds
as night calls the sandman
over sleepy yawning heads.
8-9 September 2014
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