Monday, June 13, 2016

At the hours of sunset*

At the hours of sunset
When the sky with colors red
Upon a village slowly spread
How in that beauteous sight
In that wonderous fading light
I think of you oft as a country belle
Singing  melodious, half covered by veil,
Of life so in solitude and Peace felt,
Homebound birds perhaps join your voice
They also perhaps break into songs, finding joys
In that calm blissful setting, carrying
The essence of life, aiding and abetting
Me to sing for you and the hours of sunset
Upon a village quiet as the colors slowly spread.

(*Note: upon a painting based as attached, done by Cuban Painter and artist Cecilio Rodriguez)

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