Two-in-One Poetry Contest

It was usual sunset,
Till in a distance I saw him
And with his manly pace, recognized him.

Strode he on the road,
Giving salvation to the pathway flowers,
That was smiling even in their death bed.

Neared he in steady steps,
Ascended he on my heart's throne;

Crossed he in a dumbstruck moment,
But captured I his endearing image-
With a snap of eyelashes,
In my megapixel vision.