Sundown At Sylvan Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Sundown At Sylvan
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Almost dimmed his big pride
And the Prima donna comes out punctually like a primrose.
Lions yawn and tigers rest; no hunt
It seems to be a hunger strike.
How quiet the jungle when Sun hides
And no Hurly-burly, only the Owl
Bird of prey sings its primitive song while at flying,
'If the night remains forever? '
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
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5/4/2024 7:33:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very surreal.Not all questions have answers.It would be chilling indeed to think of a night that lasted forever. Thought provoking, Nimal. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra