An old evening...
Walking along this dusky old street,
with nothing but soft rustling of leaves,
setting sun bidding his farewell for the day,
a rosy gold evening with stars coming awake,
Street lamps lit up, a dreamy view,
the moths come by to admire it anew,
a sweet chill in the air in summer day,
a bunch of children cycling away,
Sky change colour in hues of pink and gold,
a mesmerizing sight, an evening old,
Flock of birds fly high in the sky,
trees go to sleep, flowers close and lie,
A day in my dairy, an adventure so true,
where little things matter in life's old blues,
a peaceful sight, heartwarming display,
a home to remember, a place to stay...
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