In the twilight's hush, I hear the patter
Of whispered tales the winds unfurl,
As evening wraps the world in pearl.
The trees, they sway in quiet communion,
Their leaves a dance, a whispered reunion.
Birds return to nests, their songs now still,
Stars emerge, like diamonds strewn,
In the velvet cloak of night's soft tune.
And in this gathering of dusk's embrace,
I find a solace, a sacred space.
For here, amidst the fading light,
I gather thoughts, both dark and bright.
In the quiet of this sacred hour,
I find the strength to face, the power.
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