Twilight Rapture

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“Night did not fall. It rose, gently, from the petals beneath her feet.”

 

In fields where golden petals sigh,

She walks beneath a molten sky,

The sun bows low in hushed descent,

And dusk becomes her firmament.

 

Each bloom aglow with twilight’s kiss,

A moment steeped in silent bliss,

The veil she wears—a shimmered thread,

Spun from dreams the day has shed.

 

Night gathers soft on whispered wing,

The stars await their offering—

Her breath, a vow to evening’s grace,

As shadows bloom in twilight’s place.

 

 

~ Moon Magic

 

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