The angry, glaring sunlight had left for the day.
The air had a soothing chill and a soft breeze was blowing…
Night was fast approaching in all its splendour,
With a halo of glimmering moonlight,
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A note of sadness runs through all our revelries as they come to an end with time. I am reminded of Gray's Elegy: Boast of heraldry, pomp of power All that wealth and beauty ever gave Awaits like an inevitable hour Paths of glory lead but to the grave I am quoting from memory, if erred, please excuse me for my fading memory.
Very nice flowing poem. Congratulations.