Evening bliss
The sunset a bliss occured to this waning day.The sapphaire crochet aloof of woven hues all laid.
Hues signifying shades, highlighting patterns, reflecting fervent desires.
Brewing grotesque of whiffs rising and bestowing pricks to porous nose.
The fading tit chirppings whirring in the portal of my ears.
Eventually the night fell on the world.
Hearing the cramped summoning, the porter retorted.
All run in fiesta of feisty celebration that hoarded;
Flowing spumante, retsina and rose'
Somewhere amassed and rose
To burst and flow along the dance of beats of the heart.
Among the scarlet rows
Endure and enliven my soul.
The night when doors open for love of thine-
In the midst of darkness and froth.
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