In silence deep where shadows soar,
The world unfolds a sacred lore,
A balance found in twilight's hue,
Where nature's breath brings life anew.
Beneath the arch of starlit skies,
With grandeur bold, the night complies,
Each rustling leaf, a soft caress,
In quiet realms, we find our rest.
The moon, a lantern dressed in dreams,
Illuminates the quiet streams,
In mirrored depths, our souls entwine,
As ethereal whispers, pure, divine.
With every heartbeat, moments blend,
As shadows dance and daylight bends,
The pulse of life, a tender touch,
In every sigh, we learn as much.
In this embrace, we learn to soar,
Redemption rests on twilight's shore,
With every breath, the world we trace,
A timeless bond, a sacred space.
So let us linger, lost in grace,
Where beauty holds and time's erased,
In whispered songs that light the night,
We'll find our home in soft twilight.
Thus in the echo of our dreams,
We breathe in peace, or so it seems,
For in the whisper of the skies,
We hold the grandeur of our ties.
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