In the hush of twilight's breath I roam,
Where shadows dance and whispers roam,
A solitary figure, silent and still,
In the quietude of the rolling hill.
The soft caress of evening's breeze,
Stirs the soul, as whispers tease,
Secrets whispered in the twilight's glow,
In murmured tones that only I know.
Each blade of grass, a whispered word,
In the language of the mockingbird,
Nature's symphony, a haunting song,
In the twilight hours, where I belong.
With every step, the world unfolds,
In mysteries vast, untold,
A realm of dreams, where I abide,
In the solitude of eventide.
So let me wander, free and wild,
A spirit bound, yet undefiled,
In the twilight's gentle embrace,
A solitary soul, finding grace.
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