Periphery of Evening

The poet’s strife with so many issues

When the day feels shorter due to the haragnue

Unspent mornings turn into uneasy feelings

Middle of the day is heavy and stubborn

Right before evening moves in

There are conflicting signs in the sky

It it is a yellow evening tempting the darkness

Crimson hue rush in to create a drama

There is no time to cleanse the emotions

Suddenly, a low convulsion in the air

Everything changes into a darkly atmosphere

Still tempting to the missed opportunities

Waiting for a fresh cry of the dawn

Before that the steady hands will write

Tomorrow’s light will peep in

Another day, of lamentations and plans

Tempted by the melancholy


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