In realms of dusk, where whispers sleep,
A nascent dream, in colours deep.
Green tendrils curl, unseen, unheard,
A restless yearning, wings unstirred.
Beneath the hush, where shadows stray,
A silent storm begins to play.
Dormant fires, with embers bright,
Embrace the dark, ignite the night.
Furious whispers, soft and low,
Unfurl like leaves, begin to grow.
They writhe and dance, unseen, unheard,
A hidden symphony,...
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