Friday, July 12, 2013

Like an oleander...a sky...

Twilight
Has a name...
i guess
Oleander...

For the sky
Has sometimes the smell
Of oleander
Spreading in the air...
And
The city as it appears
Suits that color so...
An oleander on bloom
And spreading light
Pinkish white...

An oleander sky...
Catching all-
The roads...
The vehicles...
People coming home
Drenched...

The sky falls
Oleander also on the wet-
The moist green carpet
From where sleepy calm vapour
Like rise
Causing a restive demise
Of all
Conflicts...wars...tussles...

Oleander...
Twilight has that name...
i guess...

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