My favourite time of the day
When the Sun decides its time to go away
And decides to take out his ashtray.
The initial smokes along with the Moon
Does not linger too long like the heat of June
The stars grace the sky with their presence
Giving my pains and worries a good riddance,
Bringing my storms to a clemence.
The hues of dusk are not upsetting
The colour purple is truly riveting.
A poem in the true sense. But just tell me if you liked it.(basic again?) And check out https://jrrogue.com/ for the prompts.