At Twilight Time 

 

By Sharon Lea

 

Twilight is such poetry
in gentle, perfect motion
from daytime into night
without much commotion

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brilliance comes at twilight
those hues of rosy red
the sky is full of magic
as day gets put to bed

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It's that beautiful space
before the moon is high
when everything is gentle
a mother sings her lullaby

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the cool air is soothing
those worries left behind
stars in all their wonder
just speak of being kind

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So in between day and night
twilight tells a beautiful story
if you listen with your heart
you understand morning's glory