With the fall of the dusk,
When I go near you,
How I oft get swayed
By the light going away, fade,
I stay there just,
Filled by thy magic,
Thy Beauty of a flow,
Rippling at my feet,
At the fall of the dusk,
I go to you just
And only you ask
How is it, I feel tempted so
Seeing your rivery life,
Your eternal flow,
To just there stay,
Where dream like
So many poems you
For me, as if, lay.
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