At dusk 3

She sails away slowly
Down the evening sky
Perhaps trenched with thirst
That all day she’s been up high,
She walks away smoothly
Perhaps to where she won’t be alone
Perhaps there where she’ll quench and soak.

©Mustafa Khan A.

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