Night short poem

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The sun starts it’s descent, the bright golden orange visage encompassing the horizon,
Dusk has fallen, day is done,
The hustle, bustle of the day ends,
Birds chirping retiring to their nests,
The weather being clement,
The cool breeze wafting,
The temple bells ringing, the wind chimes chiming,
Lights coruscating to equipoise the darkness that has been cast,
Stars twinkling and shimmering,
The effulgence of a full moon,
Like an ornate embroidery, leisurely sewn,
As clouds transform while traversing the temporal expanse,
I stand in awe of the grand celestial mystic,
Watching the night sky fade into darker majestic hues of blue, signaling end of another day,
Mind and body reposing,
The calm and stillness of the night so entrancing,
I embrace the silence of the night.

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23 years of Corporate work experience behind me. Expertise in the roles of HR, Training Event Management & Organization, Business Development, Operations. In my free-time I indulge in my hobbies : Tanjore Painting, Terracotta, Block Print, Tie & Dye. In the process of life, I also realized I am good at another skill - Writing. I have written content, training material, manuals, articles, all for the companies I have worked. Little did I think then that it would develop into an interest which I so keenly and passionately want to pursue and write poems, articles, stories, blogs etc. I have been writing for the last 6 months and thoroughly enjoying.
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