Ah!
The magical view
Of
the setting Phoebus.
Soothing
and calm enough to brew
Orpheus
to pen a few lines;
As
the dreamy dune of
Reddening
hues
Fly
with the diving Sun
Over
the golden line of pines.
It
is the cherished time of the day
Sitting
by the spell of the bay
When
the nous flings open
With
the closure of his eyes
And the winging suffocated vision
Get
the unearthed words shine.
Some essences of Greek myth lead the good verse.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your beautiful words. Highly appreciated.
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