The Ravishing Set Poem by suhas kaja

On the ravishing set,
the scampering bright ruby is swerving into the mouth of the dark hills,

the sun sank deep into the mountain hoods just like a whirling whelk drowning into the deep blue sea,

the birds go in gypsies semitoning like a septet in the wide vast darkening orange sky to their pavillions.

On the head side, the dark prelates out of the clergy, ehilw on the floor of place of life, little cute youngones are scurrying into their warm mansions,

the nature itself strengthens the rapport between me and the beauty of the wonder...!