WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

In velvet gown of fading blue,
She struts across the sky's wide stage,
Twilight, Queen of fading hue,
With diadem of fading rage.

Her fiery tresses, gold turned rose,
Dip low to kiss the distant hills,
Her sapphire cloak, where day repose,
With diamonds scattered, softly spills.

Her eyes, twin pools of amber deep,
Reflect the sun's last, lingering glance,
While shadows rise, their secrets keep,
A silent, slow, and graceful dance.

She paints the clouds with shades of pearl,
And strokes the earth with hues of gray,
Whispers secrets to the world,
As day surrenders to her sway.

No pageant gown, no crown of gold,
Can match the beauty she unfolds,
A silent story, softly told,
Of mysteries yet to be behold.

From fiery dusk to starry night,
She reigns supreme, a goddess fair,
Her gentle touch, a fading light,
Leaving whispers in the air.

So raise your eyes, and watch her grace,
Twilight, Queen of fading hour,
A fleeting beauty, leaving trace,
Of magic held in nature's power.