"The Sky is all a Painter's dream."

The Dusk is the time

So the Sun is bidding goodbye.

I look around,

The land looks spilled but

The sky is all a painter's dream. As it goes from orange to purple Which Like colliding rainbows.. Are blending into kaleidoscope of hues So perfectly, that a painter could only dream. Night's over Dawn is the time. So the Sun is at the edge of the line. I look around, The land is blank but The sunrise is all a poet's dream. As rays goes on like the verses of Shakespeare Which With carved words.. Are Filling up the blank spaces of sky Just so beautifully, That a poet could only dream.

~deepika.

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