Golden Vines They

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Title:     Golden Vines They
Author: Dhan Gopal Mukerji [More Titles by Mukerji]

Golden Vines They,
These thin lines of light,
Climbing the sky-wall
After the sun sank into sleep.

Like rills, thread-like,
Seen from a jutting rock
Where air is dizzy
And fancy infinite, free.

What fiery wine
Tingles in these vines
Weaving golden arabesques
On the pale evening sky?

Ah, the heavens this hour
Have drunk of sunset's ruby Wine
For those golden cobwebs to weave
Their magic of twilight dreams.

[The end]
Dhan Gopal Mukerji's poem: Golden Vines They

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