• lonethinker 6w

    In the evening,
    When the sun is dripping down
    On the western horizon.
    I sit on a concrete bench near the slow-moving river
    Watching the stagnant tide and the vines nearby
    Swaying to the fresh unsettling wind.

    The sky looks so majestic,
    I kept watching it till the crimson hues changed and past
    into the deep orange colour.
    The reflection of it in the river water
    Is so clear, that
    It seemed like a large moving picture.

    And I found myself trapped
    Somewhere between the ecstasy of the evening
    and my solitude so forlorn.

    Written a long time back

    #mirakee #eveningfeeling

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