In twilight's grasp, the shadows softly blend,
A dance of hues in the descending sun,
Where whispers linger, tales of daylight end.
The crimson orb, a tale it will suspend,
Its golden rays in quiet surrender shun,
In twilight's grasp, the shadows softly blend.
The moon ascends, a celestial friend,
As stars emerge, their nightly course begun,
Where whispers linger, tales of daylight end.
A symphony of night, a cosmic trend,
The world transforms when daylight's race is run,
In twilight's grasp, the shadows softly blend.
The zephyr weaves through willows, trees unbend,
A lullaby the evening breeze has spun,
Where whispers linger, tales of daylight end.
In dreams, the night unfolds its vast attend,
A canvas painted when the day is done,
In twilight's grasp, the shadows softly blend,
Where whispers linger, tales of daylight end.
About the Creator
Līva
World is interesting place. Scary, but worth living.
Nature is full of surprises and people are... well, people are something else.
Art is the best doctor.
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