Shroud of Dusk
Emergence of the unseen,
The mystery of ages,
The emptiness of something,
That which echoes in silence,
Heard by the seekers of truth,
Unveiled in deep solitude,
The mind calmed from its tempest.
April 16, 2026.
Nette Onclaud,
Seven By Seven Poetry Contest.
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