Blush of the Evening Sky

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

"Blush of the Evening Sky"

Sanjay Singh

"Blush of the Evening Sky"

The evening painted skies with hues of gold,

As the sun kissed the sea, a sight to behold.

She lingered near, though I couldn’t quite see,

Her presence felt like a melody.

Her gaze fell low, a whisper of grace,

A soft blush lingered on her tender face.

Her laughter, suppressed, a delicate art,

Igniting warmth in my restless heart.

I wondered why her smile would gleam,

Perhaps it danced in my wandering dream.

Her downcast eyes held stories untold,

Of secrets hidden, gentle yet bold.

Laughter bloomed, though desire lay shy,

A spark unspoken lit the evening sky.

Her name hummed softly, a tune divine,

Echoing faintly, entwined with mine.

I felt her essence, so near, so sweet,

As if our souls had begun to meet.

Her presence wove magic through the air,

A silent promise, tender and rare.

Each moment glowed, eternal and true,

As if the stars were aligning too.

In that soft light, her heart was near,

A silent rhythm, only I could hear.

The evening waned, but the memory stayed,

Of her soft blush and the dreams it made.

Forever bound in that golden gleam,

She lingers still, the muse of my dream.

Sanjay Singh

documentation : Waffaa Badarneh