When dusk ushers

The land bathe

In a copper light

From the setting sun

Which converts the trees

From green to deep gold.

After the cacophony of returning birds,

Then nocturnal silence is heard.

Like a prima ballerina

That reached the elysium

Where Phantoms roam

In the mountainous conifers

And the ivory moon

Intone lullabies most ardent

Rich in earnest endearments.

By Monalisa Parida

From: India

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