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Twilight Romance
Emerald blades wave goodbyes
as they bow so gracefully
A late afternoon breeze sighs
whisking summer heat from me
Painted skies of deep azure
kiss the hills around the vale
surreal beauty so demure
as evening comes to prevail
Azure fades to violet
where heaven meets verdant earth
rustling breezes at sunset
giggling in innocent mirth
Orbs of day and night converse
within twilights lacy skies
the dance of dusk is rehearsed
as the breath of earth yet sighs
Between the aura of sun
and dripping silver moonlight
magic twilight is begun
and heat drains into night
Fireflies enchant the sky
twinkling over shadowed trees
and breaths of romance float by
warm remnants upon the breeze
Deep violet and crimson
bleeding from cosmic romance
as the moon kisses the sun
and beauty becomes substance
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Twilight Paradox
A tranquil onyx tapestry;
of transparent currents entwine;
floating in a violet sea
rustling the sweet essence of pine.
Aeolian harps thread the breeze;
calling me to the land of Nox.
Damp fingers of dew, fall and tease;
the cradle of night gently rocks.
Moonbeams stream like silvery hair;
as the children of night emerge.
Luna smiles with her surreal stare;
as hues of day and night converge.
The sun sinks though an ageless well
waking the twilight serenade.
Whisked into the nocturnal spell;
where the hymns of Luna cascade.
A pensive soothing waltz is weaved,
and whispering night zephyrs dance.
The trials of day are relieved
as I slip into twilight's trance.
The song of a tumbling breeze plays
an orchestra of melody.
The tune of the clear water sways
Restoring my dreams within me
I grasp the beauty of the night
and revel in the sweet romance.
I seek the peace and crave the sight
of gentleness that can entrance.
I lend my ears to sunset's hour
and my eyes to the silhouette.
My senses drenched in its power;
claiming freedom night can beget.
The rushing leaves and grass yet hiss
and crickets play the violin.
Until shades of night and dawn kiss;
inside this paradox I spin.
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Midnight Rain
The wind is playing in the trees
as Luna dims above.
Oh, moist warmth lingers; I'm at ease
while wrapped in silent love.
No television and no noise
just nature's soothing song.
The simple, serene, basic joys
tell me that naught is wrong.
My worries fade into the night
my shoulders lift again.
My mood becomes ever so light
despite the falling rain.
The finest spray of gentle drops
have laced the misty air;
and music plays upon rooftops
relieving me of care.
Oh, it's the clear sweet melody
that plays in midnight rain.
It bathes my soul and sets me free
in ways I can't explain.
Damp kisses fall in disarray
from heaven's open door.
They wash away all my dismay
when I can take no more.
In walks within the midnight rain
where only nature speaks.
I let my weary woes just drain
it's what my sad soul seeks.
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A Silent Pond (Sonnet)
A silent pond that clutches to its breast
As gentle breezes make her surface smile.
Whose slender reeds and lilly pads are blessed,
Held fast in this secluded domicile.
Reflections dance and twist in daylight's gleam,
As ripples drift among the shadows there.
In murky depths the tiny fishes teem,
They're hiding in the pond's safe sheltered lair.
Soft shades of green and brown are intertwined,
Amidst the gray of day's declining light.
Reflections of the reeds are all aligned,
As they await the coming of the night.
A tiny pond, secluded and secure,
Portected from the world - untouched and pure.
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Breakfast at Six
Morning mists float above the ground
undispelled by the rising sun
the sea is silent, not a sound
calm blue spreads till the horizon
the sun pours down in golden streams
turning aglow the azure sea
in the blaze of reflected beams
a boat's silhouette rocks gently
In the distance an egret wades
a stork flies low over the sea
a diving tern its larder raids
a few seagulls bob lazily
bird cries echo some soft, some shrill
the morning air with music rings
somewhere an unseen wader trills
and in trees a feathered choir sings
On the calm surface movement starts
busy ripples form all around
skipping on the sea silver darts
disappear with a spashing sound.
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