In twilight’s gentle, fleeting grace,
A whisper stirs the evening’s lace,
Soft murmurs in the evening breeze,
Where fleeting dreams and echoes belong,
A sigh beneath the starlit dome,
In whispered tones of far-off home.
Each murmur holds a tender plea,
A secret shared by you and me,
In silent spaces where we meet,
Where whispered hopes and hearts retreat.
The night’s embrace, a soft caress,
In murmured words, we find our rest,
A fleeting sound, a tender thread,
In murmurs, dreams and love are spread.
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Abbas
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