Beneath the twilight’s soothing hue,
Dreams take flight, both old and new.
In whispers soft, the night unfolds,
A symphony of stories, yet untold.
With every breath, a dance begins,
As stars above twinkle and spin.
In this moment, we find our grace,
Lost in the beauty of time and space.
About the Creator
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The Whiskered War
A domestic drama; rather, you're witnessing a millennium-old conflict over the fate of the entire planet (and possibly just a smA titanic struggle between wits and strength has been raging in the shadows for millennia: The Great Nibble vs. The Purrsecution. The cats, the furry fighters, the fascists of the feline world, occupy one corner. In the other, mice make up the squeaky squad, the small militia. The reward? Domination over the entire world (and possibly an especially tasty cheese wheel).
By Richard Weber3 days ago in Humor
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Best! I love it!
Nice poem, very beautiful! Love your title as well!
Great poem