Twilight....
Beneath the sky where twilight dreams reside,
The soul awakens, unchained, untied.
No iron law, no reason’s cold decree,
But passion’s fire and nature’s plea.
The roses burn with crimson flame,
Each star above calls out a name.
The rivers sing, the forests breathe,
In every sigh, a truth beneath.
The heart is sovereign, vast, profound,
Its echoes shake both sky and ground.
For love is art, and art is love,
A mirror of the worlds above.....
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