At Twilight.

At twilight,

I see,

The beautiful midnight sky,

Filled with wishes that seem too far.

At twilight,

The day makes into night,

For that’s the time to sleep as everything is not rotten as it seems to be.

At twilight.

I feel that everything would be ours,

As we are we would be.


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