how more pretty
can an evening be
just so lovely
after a gloomy noon..
as the sun hides
behind those big clouds
i admire the bow
as i wait for the moon.
what do i do now,
shall i step out?
cycle in the rain
or flirt under a tree?
stare at the sky
or dance on the street?
its a lovely evening
with the little birds chirping.
but as i sit at home
and sip on some tea
listen to sinatra,
and a little rafi
this smile on my face
makes me realise
in small things like this
that happiness lies
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