Twilight
When day exhales its golden breath,
And dusk begins her gentle dance,
The sun slips low, a fiery thread
Unraveling the sky's last chance.
Between the hush of light and dark,
The world holds still, in reverie,
A moment cast in purple spark—
A whisper caught mid-mystery.
The trees are shadows, tall and wise,
The stars yet shy behind the veil,
While lovers walk with quiet sighs
And dreams set sail without a sail.
It is a time the heart recalls
Some long-lost song, a faded call,
Where silence speaks, and evening falls—
Not loud, but deep… and over all.
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