Twilight Hour

 In twilight's embrace, where whispers dwell,  

The moon weaves shadows, casting a spell.  

A tapestry woven with threads of night,  

As stars begin twinkling, a soft, gentle light.  

The sun, a reluctant painter, dips low,  

Brushing the horizon in amber and glow.  

Day surrenders, the sky blushing pink,  

As dreams take flight on the edges of think.  

Petals unfurl in the cool evening air,  

Nature sighs softly, shedding its care.  

In this sacred moment, the world finds its tune,  

As darkness and light dance beneath the moon.  

Twilight blooms, a beautiful blend,  

Where each fleeting shadow meets light’s gentle friend.  

In the silence, we pause, embracing the glow,  

For in this magic of twilight, our hearts learn to flow.