At the brim of drowning day,
A slight after the sunset,
Clad in crimson pink bridal dress,
I see a bride every day exposing
Her unheeded, enthralling beauties,
Waiting for her courting partner,
Propping and fondling in both hands,
The silky locks of light and darkness,
And she ever stands for a while between,
Like a smart streak partitioning boundaries,
Of the shiny silvery day, dark shady night.
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