Beneath the twilight's gentle sigh,
With weary hearts and tired eyes,
We drift through dreams on silent tides,
The day's long shadows softly fade,
As stars ignite the sky's cascade.
A lullaby of windswept trees,
Whispers solace to the weary breeze.
Our minds, a canvas painted gray,
From endless tasks of each long day.
Yet in the quiet's tender grace,
We find a still and sacred space.
Eyelids heavy, thoughts unwind,
In slumber's arms, we softly fall,
To realms where peace envelops all.
So rest, dear soul, let worries cease,
In the night's embrace, find your peace.
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Abbas
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