Dusk of the Soul

In the twilight of the soul, shadows dance,

The sun, in agony, casts its final glance.

Between sky and earth, a lament echoes,

The melody of twilight, sad and tasteless.

In the gloom of the heart, silence settles,

Twilight of the soul, where hope ceases to meddle.

Between memories and dreams, light unravels,

And melancholy weaves itself like a voracious veil.

Between sighs and intertwining shadows,

The twilight of the soul, where pain harrows.

Where tears fall like raindrops,

In a sky of yearning, sorrow floats.

Nocturnal birds begin their song,

Their laments resonate in the echoing twilight.

On the horizon of the soul, darkness advances,

And the light of hope bids farewell, tires.

Dusk of the soul, somber poetry,

Where the heart gets lost in agony.

Between light and shadow, the soul wanders,

In the eternal twilight, sadness sows.

But, oh, in the darkness, a star shines,

A sigh of hope that the soul instills.

In the profound twilight, a thread of light intertwines,

And the promise of a new dawn embraces.

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