In twilight's gentle, hazy glow,
A world transformed, a mystical sight,
Enchanted whispers seem to flow,
As day surrenders to the night.
The stars emerge, like diamonds gleam,
A celestial tapestry on high,
Their whispered secrets, softly stream,
Across the canvas of the sky.
The moon, a guide through shadows deep,
Unveils the beauty of the night,
In whispered melodies, it weeps,
A symphony of lunar light.
With every flicker, dreams take flight,
Through veils of dusk, they dance and play,
In this bewitching, soft twilight,
Imagination holds its sway.
So let the enchantment touch your soul,
In twilight's whispers, find your way,
Embrace the magic, make it whole,
And let your dreams ascend and sway.
For in this realm of twilight dreams,
Whispers of wonder intertwine,
A symphony of endless themes,
In twilight's embrace, divine.
Mr. Poet
About the Creator
Mr.Poet
As a poet, I find solace in the dance of words, crafting vivid tapestries of emotions and experiences. Each stroke of my pen unveils a universe, where metaphors bloom and emotions cascade like gentle raindrops upon parched earth.
Paralysis
She was there. Like she always had been, as if she were created immediately following the big bang. Waiting for him. Her long brown hair twisted and danced wildly in the lack of gravity. She was hauntingly beautiful, but her face was a look of terror and desperation. She mouthed wordless shouts, Ron only could assume she was yelling by the way the veins bulged in her neck.
By Jordan Flynnabout 20 hours ago in Fiction
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