A Twilight Sky Folded Like a Silent Prayer
A Twilight sky folded like a silent prayer in my hand
Whispering a mystic verse of one true, graceful end.
A canvas of returning birds and layered clouds unfold
A dying hue, casting a spell of love, an enigma of gold
Tranquil water reflects these rays of a divine carpe diem
Nothing persists but a safe return to one cherished name.
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