The Aura Poem by welkin siskin
The Aura
The sun is hiding
at the back of beyond
across the space.
Seemingly exhausted
of energy,
undulated clouds
Piece by piece
drawn together
slowly enshroud it;
A smooth glow
begins to prevail
In the skyline.
And the twilight pitch shrills across,
through the surface of the Earth's aura
And whistle the wending air
Carrying a tune of purity
Touching the still silence of the evening.
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