Sweet Eve Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Sweet Eve



Sweet eve, silence rimmed,
When the Sun no more beamed.
Calling the lovers to flower
Their budding passions under the dewy shower.
Sweet eve, dusk winged,
Sat on the bowers, wind swinged.
Moon broke her sleep
Strayed on heavenly trip.'

Thursday, June 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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