A little lantern on a window sill
Flickers in the evening breeze
A faint smell of blooming flowers
'S caught in the branches of the trees
A dying ray of setting sun
Makes shadows dance across the floor
They trace the pictures, climb the stairs
And hide in a basket by your door
The curtains flutter like the wings
Of hundred tiny butterflies
As the sunset's drawing pictures
On the canvas of the skies
An orange glow is writing poems
On your flawless silky skin
Giving it a hint of gold
As if you're glowing from within
The breeze is humming you a song
A gentle, soothing lullaby
It whispers you the little secrets
Of centuries that're long gone by
And all the sounds and smells, and colors
Mix into the interlude of light
Before it slowly gives a way
To the symphony of night
Summer Sunset Interlude
© Copyright: Марина Фордвэкс, 2009
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Hi Marina,
“And hide in a basket by your door” – perhaps it might be better to use “the” article instead of “your”, unless you are talking about my door…
"Before it slowly gives away
the symphony of night" :)
Cheers,
LU
Юрий Лазирко 05.06.2010 02:15 • Заявить о нарушении
“And hide in a basket by your door” – perhaps it might be better to use “the” article instead of “your”, unless you are talking about my door…
"Before it slowly gives away
the symphony of night" :)
Cheers,
LU
Юрий Лазирко 05.06.2010 02:15 • Заявить о нарушении