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.

 

 

 

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