As dusk descends, the twilight paints its hue,
A canvas swathed in whispers of the night.
The heavens, like a curtain draped askew,
Reveal the stars, ablaze with golden light.
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This exquisite poem is proof enough, yet again, that the poet is a keen observer of Nature. And superbly talented, so that she is able to paint what she sees, in words, most skilfully.
A beautiful poem on nature... Congrats for the poem being selected as the POD!
Night is full of surprise, how well you describe the night scene. Full *****
Congratulations for this nice poem, nature's beauty nicely depicted.