Not by the colors of the world

When dusk turned into night,
She saw the light of  the dark.

And so, it became apparent,
that night becomes a vision,
incomparable,
not by the colors of the world,
but by the sensuous delight,
of moonbeams and stars,
of falling comets,
the illusive dazzle,
of shiny stardust,
a cloudless sight,
that shimmers and feasts eyes.

-shobana-
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