In the hush of twilight’s tender grace,
We surrender to the fading light,
The weight of day, once sharp and keen,
Unravels gently, thread by thread,
We find release in spaces serene,
Where restless thoughts are softly led.
In surrender, there’s a quiet peace,
A letting go of fervent fight,
Where fears and doubts begin to cease,
And hopes rise softly into night.
To the moon’s embrace, a soothing balm,
In surrender, we mend our scars,
Thus, we drift where dreams are spun,
Surrendered hearts to moonlight’s run.
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
Thoughts on Vocal and the way the world is
"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
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Amazing piece