The Sun is gracing the last hours of the day
Illuminating the misty lake from behind the horizon.
At this point only that its speed has failed for is about the last hours of the day, it is twilight!
Many shadows, fewer rays, lots of graybodies
My eyes are now filled with curiosity, because is sought to understand the secret of a figure, a misty rose hidden amidst a blur vision.
What could it be?
A fashionable mirage or an unfashionable fantasy?
Be it what it may, it rocks my soul
For on this rock have I perceived by sight that which my soul longest for; perfection!
The Sun is now slow to set for the bright moonlight
The current gently introduces lilies and flowers of different hue
Yes! I can smell it; scent beautiful as it has not being before
The birds chant lovely prelude
The palm branches dangle slowly in attempt to unveil yet have I waited
Show me already! I can't wait anymore
But time is slow to them that wait
Short to them that rejoice
O! How much I want to see
Just show me
©neche
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