The most beautiful part of the world
is not day, nor night.
But yet in the in between.
The world as it shifts into the grey light of dusk.
As the sun shuts his eyes to slumber,
yet before the moon awakens,
herself.
Life that exists for a second.
Minute.
Twilight creatures.
The cooing birds, the frogs.
For who can choose which they love more?
The day? The night?
I find my comfort in the welcoming arms of the cool breeze,
kissing my skin with a lovers touch
Dusk.
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The Astronomers Eyes
PoetryA new poem book, starting off with my new original: The Astronomers Eyes. The book is a mixture of smaller and longer poems, normally derived from my love of nature, the earth, and raw emotions.
