Coverpage,

The scene
Had the elements
Of a coverpage
As if done with utmost care
By someone spending nights and days,

Reflection of twinkling stars on water
And bulbs of distant citylights
Simmering like straightlines
Gradually sinking, a sketch of pastel finish,

Long trees nearby
And a simple cottage
With a bamboo fence
Added to the spatial frame

A road having a braided pattern
Ran into the woods
Where angels come to play
Mandolins

A coverpage
It was .