Sometimes evening arrives, like a calm,

Evening arrives
In a shape of a calm mind,
Walking weary,
Silently time passes by,
Evening arrives in such ascetic lines,
That the passage of the time
I just fail to make out,
Only the sky
With a soft glow tells upon me,
And I take the color,
Of fading light,
And I hear the calls of You,
Your calls getting mingled with calls of the dusk,
A dying luminance,
Yet so beautiful,
And dust of the road I perceive
How they mix
With the descent of mist,
A haze,
A transcendence
Of all things then in me happens,
And I think I see your face
Somewhere there
Where those trees stand lining up
Blessed by the arrival of an evening of winter.


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