Dusk's Truth
In the hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,  
Where shadows dance and daylight fades,  
A whisper stirs in the cooling air,  
Revealing secrets that daylight evades.  
The sky, a canvas brushed with gold and gray,  
Holds the stories of the day’s retreat,  
Each color a memory, a fleeting play,  
As the heart finds solace in dusk’s heartbeat.  
Here, in this liminal space we dwell,  
Between what was and what is yet to be,  
The truth unfolds like a fragile shell,  
Inviting us to see what we cannot see.  
In the silence, fears begin to wane,  
And hopes emerge like stars in bloom;  
For in dusk’s truth, we find our pain,  
Transformed by night into sweet perfume.  
So let us linger as the light departs,  
Embracing shadows that softly weave,  
For within this twilight, our journey starts—  
A tapestry of dreams we dare to believe.