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twisha ray

White Every day’s a dawn, a canvas bright and bare,  
Each sunrise a whisper, a promise in the air.  
The past fades away with the shadows of the night,  
And with each new morning, hope takes its flight.
The golden hues of sunrise paint dreams in the sky,  
Bidding farewell to yesterday’s sigh.  
Each daybreak is a gift, a chance to renew,  
To chase the stars and start afresh, to make dreams come true.
With the morning light, let your spirit rise,  
Embrace the new day with open eyes.  
For every sunrise is a call to believe,  
In new beginnings, in the magic we weave.
So welcome each morning with courage and grace,  
Let hope be your guide in the light of its embrace.  
For every dawn is a promise, a chance to begin,  
To find joy in the journey and let new dreams in.

©twisha ray #newbeginning 
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twisha ray

In the quiet of the night, when shadows blend,
A lone heart wanders, seeking a friend.
Dark thoughts whisper through a veil of gloom,
Casting long echoes in a dim-lit room.
A restless soul, wrapped in midnight’s shroud,
Sits beneath a sky of silent clouds.
Each breath a struggle, each heartbeat a fight,
Against the unseen fears that haunt the night.
Memories dance like phantoms on the wall,
Their icy fingers reach out to enthrall.
Regret and sorrow in a twisted embrace,
Painting despair on a once hopeful face.
Yet in this darkness, a faint spark remains,
A glimmer of light in the midst of the chains.
For even the night, with its deepest woe,
Holds the promise of dawn's gentle glow.
So as shadows linger and sorrows entwine,
Hold fast to the hope that tomorrow will shine.
In the silence of night, let your spirit unchain,
For dawn will break, and heal the heart's pain.
In the quiet of the night, when shadows blend,
A lone heart wanders, seeking a friend.
Dark thoughts whisper through a veil of gloom,
Casting long echoes in a dim-lit room.
A restless soul, wrapped in midnight’s shroud,
Sits beneath a sky of silent clouds.
Each breath a struggle, each heartbeat a fight,
Against the unseen fears that haunt the night.
Memories dance like phantoms on the wall,
Their icy fingers reach out to enthrall.
Regret and sorrow in a twisted embrace,
Painting despair on a once hopeful face.
Each shadow stretches, an endless expanse,
Drowning the heart in its haunting trance.
Yet in this darkness, a faint spark remains,
A glimmer of light in the midst of the chains.
The night, though cruel, holds secrets untold,
Of resilience and courage, fierce and bold.
For even in silence, where nightmares reside,
Hope can emerge from the depths of the tide.
Dreams, though fractured, still find their way,
In the quiet resolve of the break of day.
And as shadows linger and sorrows entwine,
Hold fast to the hope that tomorrow will shine.
The night’s heavy shroud will eventually wane,
With dawn’s first light, healing the pain.
In the silence of night, let your spirit unchain,
For the promise of morning will soothe the refrain.

©twisha ray Blending shadow
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twisha ray

twisha ray

In the folds of time, where shadows blend,
History and fiction, two threads transcend.
One tells of truths in relics and dust,
The other, imagines what might have been, must.
Ancient echoes dance through the written page,
Kings and queens in their gilded cage.
Yet fiction’s whimsy spins a different tale,
Where destinies shift and old truths pale.
History’s ink is bound by time's decree,
While fiction’s quill roams wild and free.
Past lives in records, in chronicles preserved,
Fiction’s flights of fancy, forever swerved.
Together they weave a rich tapestry,
Of what was, and what could yet be.
In the blend of fact and imagined lore,
Our understanding deepens evermore.
So let history’s weight and fiction’s flight,
Merge in the stories that ignite.
In the realm where past and dreams entwine,
The truth and the imagined, together shine.

©twisha ray old books 
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