Let the dusk rest gently on your forehead
Let yourself be absorbed by the beauty and love of not morning nor night but the beautiful in between
Mornings are dull and are followed by the ache of life, you belong to your work and hobbies
Nights are used to be sound in slumber, dark and somber,
you belong to the unconsciousness of sleep and solitude
But the dusk is nor bland nor somber,
in the dusk you belong to yourself and yourself alone to do what you please and enjoy your free time
Do you feel the dusk on your forehead slowly slide around your body until you are completely covered?
That is the peace of dusk, enjoy it while you can, before the somber spell of night comes again.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryA ton of poems I wrote, quite personal and updated sporadically.
