Breathe in.
Soft light lingers,
brushing the sky in quiet strokes.
A hush of gold,
a sigh of rose—
evening unfolds, unhurried.
Breathe out.
The air is warm,
settling like silk upon your skin.
A gentle hush,
a space between moments,
where time slows, where you rest.
Pause.
The earth exhales,
cool shadows stretching long,
reaching, releasing,
settling into the hush of dusk.
Breathe in.
A single petal drifts,
floating free, weightless,
carried by nothing but stillness.
It does not rush.
It simply moves.
Rest.
The world softens.
Colors fade into quiet,
folding into the arms of the night.
Here—
between light and dark,
movement and pause,
breath and breath—
you are.
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