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When the day meets the night
and the sun greets the moon
Something magical happens
It's over too soon

A moment of silence
A colorful sky
The sun closes eyes
and says it's goodbyes

The moon takes over
and watches the birth
of another beautiful nightfall
falling over this earth!

Isn't it a wonderful world?

~ Shell 🐚✨

At sunset
The sky turns in liquid gold
The trees with forgotten leaves
Promised, new to grow
Orange pinwheel, rolls down the hills
The shadows of the bark, evenly spill
on the grey grained roads
Shining bright and dark
The twilight begins


✨✨
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2020
When that's hand skin
shows up at night
it blooms into the first light.
When that leaves on the day
it reaches out to the stars
from the stairs of twilight!
Day in and day out
a footprint is unfound!
Zadkiel Oct 2020
From the usual desires within a store
From the potato chips that don't call for you but still eat
From the shredded cheese that only seems delectable at
2:00 am

There is nothing in this world we wouldn't crave
For we are the ones who have slept through sleepless nights
For we that have been addicted to the nectar that is known as
coffee
And For we that has been blessed with
Lusus Naturae

But remember, That even if we were blessed.
The ill will wish for us
And we shall respond
as it is not our duty to do so

Instead, it is just the cravings that bond our blessings
and that we are one in the twilight
bloodKl0tz Oct 2020
1.  Headlights glowed like cigarette ends in the twilight

2. As soon as they winked out in the warm, weedy field, and the harsh engine noise snapped into silence, I began to cry.

3. Father stepped quietly towards me and I sniffed as I smelled the earth I was digging, the sweat I was dripping, the carcasses I was covering.

4.  Beneath the distant moon Father paused, watching me sift dirt over the remains of two limp goldfish.

5. The morbid scene glittered as moonlight sparkled off my tears and the half-buried scaled.

6.  A small tribute to their salty home.

7.  As if on cue, the wind ruffled the tops of the grain in the neighboring unshorn field; the undulating stalks mimicked the ocean.

8.  Their grave remains unmarked.
Written for Creative Writing class in 2008, the exercise was called Syntactic Gymnastics.
Norman Crane Oct 2020
riverside dusk
      daylight's pale remains
a sanctuary
Idklove Oct 2020
My love stay with me near or far 
Drink a glass of wine with me
When dawn appears 
We collide with each other
With our bodies under the sheets
Can't wait 
For you to be on mine in every twilight
annh Sep 2020
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“Struck is the hour from its ivory tower,
At sixes and sevens, the stars in their heavens,

As minute hands dance at twilight's advance,
To the cadence of time, the archangel’s chime;

Listen closely for me at a quarter to thee,
‘Twixt the tick and the tock of grandpapa’s clock,

Unquicken thine pace, for run is the race,
Hear the pendulum lock, ziccoty, diccoty, dock.

‘There was a sudden stillness like the gap between ticks on a clock, but the next tick never coming.’
- Sadie Jones, The Outcast
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