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Enternal twilight
**Eternal Twilight**In the twilight's embrace, where day meets night,Eternal whispers weave through fading light.A dance of hues, in the celestial dome,Where shadows merge, and dreams find home.Soft whispers linger in the hazy air,As twilight descends, with gentle care.Daylight surrenders to the cloak of dusk,In the eternal embrace, where whispers husk.Silhouettes dance in the fading glow,As darkness tiptoes, casting its shadow.Stars awaken in the azure expanse,Painting the night with a cosmic dance.In the eternal twilight, time stands still,A moment suspended, with tranquil will.Where memories linger, in whispers low,And dreams unfold, in the afterglow.In the twilight's veil, secrets confide,Infinite stories, where shadows hide.A realm of magic, where spirits play,In the eternal twilight, they find their way.So let us wander in the twilight's gleam,Where reality fades, and dreams redeem.In the eternal twilight, let our spirits soar,Forever entwined, in its mystical lore.
By Ozioma Uwaoma3 years ago in Poets
