Where the light shines to the last ray
And night falls prey
Upon the rugged day
Sprawled mountains array.
And it raining to day’s last grey,
Drops shower darkness to lay
Solitude in night’s fray,
While the clouds thickening make way
For drunken wet night, which say
Like a drenched damsel makes hay:
‘See me not, for I foray
Hilarious hug in lover’s shrug, Oye!’
Vow, that eagerness! Sea ye
Seemst dying to see off the day,
Thy quivering pout through bay
Excites earth to foreplay;
Closing eyes to gentle breezy sway.
Alas! Eyes, imagination goes nay,
And the love scene blurs away,
Her sprawled hair put shadowy sway.
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