Hard rocky terrains house
the most magnificent flowers
bathed in setting sun
diligently performing
duty of the last hour.
A shooting star of hope
dashing across the grey skies
smidst the night gearing up
for its shift.
Twilight zone of each day,
when cattle graze back home,
birds fly back to nests
mortals snuggle back
to the warmth of homes.
Each day interspersed
with boulders of challenges
budding flowers of joy
prickly adverse comments
lovely rays of praise
greyness of loneliness
and meteor of hugs.
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