POEM BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI - FERTILE

FERTILE
At the standstill of an elegant dusk;
With the daylight, covering the mask,
The twilight reflects in your mood;
As the sun bleeds down in pure red;
When white candles flick their flame,
spreads the scent of a lovable perfume.
While romantic flute sounds in the air;
at that precious moment, you are near.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI