A Secluded Twilight
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Houda Hamadi, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2018
Leisurely the tributary unfurled with a surge of laughter.
Unhurriedly, the watercourse roared like a restless whirling fire.
Slowly, fog draped onto the boisterous river,
Steadily, the lances of the fireball’s molten-gold beams splashed onto the floor.
Haltingly, the oak trees swished serenely, awash with a tender glow
As old as a serpent, the forest still teemed with opulence and lush.
Gently, the light breeze rustled over my shoulders.
Carefully, splashes of water brushed over my hair.
Thump, thump, thump, with each heartbeat my worries steadily scoured away.
Gradually, I peered at the fluttering butterflies, their wings humming like a ripple of silk.
Cautiously, I listened to the metallic tinkling of the stream, flashing with a tint of peace.
As I closed my eyes, sweet fragrances filled the air like a silhouette of a cloud.
I sat there, by the secluded twilight breathing in the peaceful mood,
I smiled as I perceived the calmness of the blaring cataract.
As I replayed the reassuring noises,I beamed at the secluded gloom.
I knew this was nature, as soothing as the evening sky.