🌌 Whispers of the Dusk
Stars glimmer low through misted air,
Owls hush along the old stone stair.
The moon dips pale behind the hill,
Clouds drape the valley soft and still.
No warning comes when showers fall,
Breezes breathe cold across the wall.
Far echoes roam the empty plain,
Darkness holds a quiet pain...06262026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805
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