When daylight’s fingers softly trace
The edges of a fading sky,
The world is wrapped in twilight’s grace,
As shadows stretch and night draws nigh.
The sun’s descent, a golden sigh,
Unveils a canvas brushed in hues,
Where stars begin their first shy spy,
And evening whispers of its muse.
In twilight’s hold, the air turns cool,
Embracing all in hushed repose.
A gentle dance of night’s own rule,
As darkness weaves through day’s close.
The horizon melts, a molten blend,
Where day and night in silence meet,
And every heart can comprehend
The peaceful pause of dusk so sweet.
About the Creator
Ailee
You are always precious in the eyes of Your God
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