Blushing red roses grin at me like shy tribal girls, <br />smothering me with their sweet intoxicating fragrance <br />While I gaze at the voluptuous curves <br />of the virgin-white clouds <br />floating elegantly over the green meadows. <br /> <br />Purring pigeons flutter <br />their milky-white wings and <br />flirting butterflies swim in blue waters of the sky, <br />Water-lilies nod their heads in unison <br />as they listen to the chorus of the singing swans <br />gliding in the shimmering lake. <br /> <br />The solitary evening pens a melancholy poem <br />on the flushing face of the sinking sun, and <br />Night arrives like a majestic queen <br />on the silvery sledge of shining stars… <br /> <br />Copyright ©2007 Bharat B. Trivedi<br /><br />Bharat Trivedi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-evening-5/
