The color of the sky at twilight
The sky at twilight, soft and wide,
A canvas where the colors hide,
In shades of rose and lavender hue,
A fleeting moment, pure and true.
The sun dips low, a golden flame,
Its warmth still lingers, but not the same.
A violet veil begins to creep,
Where daylight's glow in shadows sleep.
The edges glow with amber light,
As stars awake to kiss the night.
A brush of pink, a touch of blue,
The fading sun, the night’s debut.
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The clouds, like whispers, drift and sway,
In twilight’s soft, embracing gray.
The air is calm, the world at rest,
A moment held, the sky's soft chest.
The color shifts with gentle grace,
As twilight paints a sacred space,
Between the day and night’s deep call,
A fleeting glow that enchants all.
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And as the stars begin to shine,
The sky’s last breath, so sweet, divine,
Becomes a symphony, soft and wide,
In colors born where day and night collide.
A precious pause, a quiet sigh,
The world beneath, the endless sky,
At twilight’s touch, the colors blend,
A beauty that will never end.
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