Twilight Hour
art work by ariyana
Darkness descendsIn a limitless, soundless stream:
A hushed-blood, tired western sky,
Above the parched tuberose
Evening's stunned laughter. A breeze somewhere from today's sky
My whole body shudders
Flower fragrances drift in the wind
The long night full of a swift, silent desolate something In the lonely night
The fleeting moments bring in who knows what
Every instant I seem to remember something
I listen and I listen
Weary, I listen and listen—
To the footsteps of some distant sorrow. Farhad Ahmed is a freelance writer and translator.
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