Brilliantly shining is Venus
in the western sky –
flanked by two dark gray rain clouds
Splashes of crimson,
washes of mauve and
the purple haze of twilight
gently embrace the horizon.
Silhouetted tall buildings
and swaying coconut palms
add a soft sublime touch of
mysticism to the ethereal scene.
Darkness descends determinedly
as neon lights begin to illuminate
the surroundings as if welcoming
the friendly stranger – the night.
Note: This is exactly what I saw last evening from my balcony. The scene was so perfect that I was confused whether to paint it instantly with oil pastels or to paint it in words. And I chose the shortcut – the latter.
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