In twilight’s hush, the world grows still,
Soft whispers drift on the evening chill.
Stars ignite and the velvet sky,
As day gives way to night’s soft sigh.
Where dreams take flight on silver threads.
Eyes grow heavy, closed with ease,
Melting into the night’s soft tease.
Moonlight spills through curtains sheer,
Casting shadows, drawing near.
Breath grows slow, a gentle sway,
As worries of the day drift away.
Embrace the calm, the soft descent,
Where fleeting thoughts find their lament.
The soul finds solace, gently sleeps.
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Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Interesting
Nice one