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RUBY EVE
When the eve becomes shadowy red like cheeries,
With streaks of yellow surrounded.
While the birds get ready for deep down slumbers,
Willows filled with crickets chirp outnumbered.

Lakes with cool waters trickled down the creaks, there
Lies a lovesick jotting down poems under some trees.
Lanes lit with lanterns mix well with these hues,
Lush deep greens making the view up here more rouge.

Scent filled flowers laden on trees with some vines,
Sighs with pride under such rose red skies.
Such is the aura of a ruby red eve,
Shadowy red like cheeries and roses with
streaks of yellow surrounded.

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