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Afternoon
Reflections.
The shadows slowly slip away
The air breathes a cooler sigh
The afternoon reflections
Mirror the evening bird’s last cry.
Down beyond the gardens blooms
Deep green forests fade in grey
The crickets chirp electricity
As evening consumes the day.
A whisper hardly heard or seen
Creeps through the garden’s veil
Nighttime clothes the evening flowers
Bleached colour turns to pale.
There’s nothing left to say or do
Than to melt in each other’s arms
Transposed again by fading light
Succumbed by nightfall’s charms.
The soft click of the closing door
Leaves outside mysteries in the dark
And imaginings turn dreams alight
The dart of love pierces the mark.
Hidden in the garden’s darkness
Footprints melt into the dew
And up in the star-studded sky
The moonbeams filter through.
