Dusk Is Always Perfect

The dusk descends, 
the sky dims,
the air haunts, 
the laptop screen illuminates, 
the distant street lights glow. 

My perfect dusk again. 
I only wish it is longer, 
but that's too much to wish for. 
A thousand shades and shadows 
play by the window sill. 

It's an overture to an evening of moon and stars, 
but I haven't seen stars for years. 
Ever since I left my steppe home and moved to cities, 
I said goodbye to the sky full of stars. 








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