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The lingering light was obliterated,
By rapidly falling night,
The salmon and purple sky,
Transformed into a jet-black one,
that engulfed the town.
A canopy of luminous stars,
Materialized amongst the ocean of blackness,
Some were dull,
Merely flickering into existence,
every now and then.
But the adequate amount of shimmering stars
illuminates the dark moonless night.
The lake glistened,
Mirroring the dazzling assemblage of
glittering stars,
and the luminescence from restaurants and designer boutiques.
The faint wind brushed against
the water surface,
The ripples ruffled the stillness of the surface,
Shattering the tranquility of the harbour.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
