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It's a
and a whisper of light.
All the tenderness hides
in the evening glow.
cloud
As day meets dusk,
a veil of violet-pink light drapes the sky—
soft as a whisper, warm as a sigh.
The breeze hushes, the clouds drift slowly,
and time seems to pause, just for this quiet dream.
Twilight Veil
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