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poem submitted to "Twilight of My Life" poetry contest, Silent One, sponsor, 5/22/2026
The twilight of my life glows like a quiet moonrise—slow, silver, and certain of its own beauty. Quote by the poetess Now that I’m seventy, I ponder~ have I become a sunset, slowly slipping into the stillness between day and whatever comes after? Some evenings, I feel the sky settle inside me~ a quiet quilt of coral and copper, stitched with the softest seams of surrender. Shadows lengthen like long-kept questions, leaning toward the edges of what I thought I knew. Yet there is a glow~ a gentle, gathering gold~ that wasn’t there before, a light that lingers even as the horizon holds it. If I am a sunset, then I am also a threshold, a tender turning, a slow-burning beauty the day could not contain. And maybe this is not ending but unfolding~ a final flare of wonder before the stars begin their speaking.
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