🍁TWILIGHT'S QUIET PROMISE 🍁
If morning meditates on pain and sorrow,
If hues turn gray instead of gold,
If the sky is not a clear, bright climb,
Then wait for the moon from its bosom rest.
Wait while soft winds gently blow,
Calm hours draw near, slow and low.
The afternoon’s sharp, pensive sound
Grows muted, still, as day unwinds.
Listen to the ocean’s quiet mood,
The soft sweet voice of night renewed —
Serenity enough to calm the mind,
And bring the peace the heart would find...06262026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805
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