Whispers of Twilight

In twilight's embrace, where dreams are born,

A poem dances, untouched and adorned.

With gentle words, like petals in the breeze,

I'll craft a verse, a melody to appease.

Where sunlight kisses dewdrops on the morn,

A symphony of nature, sweetly adorned.

Whispered secrets of the whispering trees,

In the hush of twilight, a song to please.

With fleeting moments, like a shooting star,

I'll paint a canvas, where wonders are.

In love's tender touch, a sacred rhyme,

A tapestry woven in the threads of time.

As twilight fades, the poem finds its end,

Yet in your heart, its echoes will extend.

For in this moment, a poem was born,

With simple beauty, forever adorned.