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As evening settles soft and low, The sky, a canvas starts to show, Its palette rich with twilight's hue, A blend of purple, gold, and blue. The sun dips low, a fleeting glance, The day surrenders to night's dance, With shadows deep and whispers mild, The sky transforms, serene and wild. Stars emerge, a glistening seam, In dusk’s embrace, a twilight dream, The world below begins to fade, As night ascends, in starlight draped. The evening’s breath, a gentle sigh, Beneath the vast, expanding sky, In this transition, peace is found, As dusk and night both come around. As evening's curtain starts to fall, The sky receives a gentle call, From twilight’s brush, both soft and grand, A muted hue spreads o’er the land. The sun’s last kiss is faint and warm, A fleeting touch before the storm Of night invades with velvet grace, And shadows stretch, embrace the space. Clouds, like whispers, drift on high, In shades of rose and deepened sigh, The horizon blurs in dusky tones, Where day’s last light and starlight blend. The stars ignite, a scattered lace, That shimmers in the evening's face, The world below in quiet rests, As night unfolds its silken vest. In dusk’s embrace, the world finds peace, As day’s bright pulse begins to cease, And in the sky, where dark meets light, The evening glows, a tranquil sight. ©twisha ray Evening times #trnojo134 #thoughtdiaries #Life_experience

As evening settles soft and low, The sky, a canvas starts to show, Its palette rich with twilight's hue, A blend of purple, gold, and blue. The sun dips low, a fleeting glance, The day surrenders to night's dance, With shadows deep and whispers mild, The sky transforms, serene and wild. Stars emerge, a glistening seam, In dusk’s embrace, a twilight dream, The world below begins to fade, As night ascends, in starlight draped. The evening’s breath, a gentle sigh, Beneath the vast, expanding sky, In this transition, peace is found, As dusk and night both come around. As evening's curtain starts to fall, The sky receives a gentle call, From twilight’s brush, both soft and grand, A muted hue spreads o’er the land. The sun’s last kiss is faint and warm, A fleeting touch before the storm Of night invades with velvet grace, And shadows stretch, embrace the space. Clouds, like whispers, drift on high, In shades of rose and deepened sigh, The horizon blurs in dusky tones, Where day’s last light and starlight blend. The stars ignite, a scattered lace, That shimmers in the evening's face, The world below in quiet rests, As night unfolds its silken vest. In dusk’s embrace, the world finds peace, As day’s bright pulse begins to cease, And in the sky, where dark meets light, The evening glows, a tranquil sight. ©twisha ray Evening times #trnojo134 #thoughtdiaries #Life_experience

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In the labyrinth of the mind, so deep and vast, Thoughts weave through corridors, shadowed and fast. Whispers of dreams and echoes of time, Dance in the recesses, rhythm and rhyme. Neurons spark in a ceaseless ballet, Ideas like fireflies, flicker and sway. Memories are tapestries, rich and unfurled, Threads of the past in a canvas unfurled. Waves of reflection, turbulent streams, Cradle the remnants of fractured dreams. In this quiet storm, where silence does reign, Thoughts are the constellations, the stars in the brain. In the labyrinth of the mind, so deep and vast, Thoughts weave through corridors, shadowed and fast. Whispers of dreams and echoes of time, Dance in the recesses, rhythm and rhyme. Neurons spark in a ceaseless ballet, Ideas like fireflies, flicker and sway. Memories are tapestries, rich and unfurled, Threads of the past in a canvas unfurled. Waves of reflection, turbulent streams, Cradle the remnants of fractured dreams. In this quiet storm, where silence does reign, Thoughts are the constellations, the stars in the brain. Fleeting, they dart, like birds in flight, Navigating the darkness, searching for light. Yet in their transience, a beauty remains, For they shape the essence of our joys and our pains. In the quiet moments when stillness is near, Thoughts forge their patterns, both crystal and clear. Epiphanies glimmer like shards of the sun, Revelations unfolding, the work of each one. Philosophies mingle, collide, and retreat, Woven in dialogues both bitter and sweet. In this inner cosmos, where ideas take flight, Thoughts chart the unknown, defy day and night. Through labyrinthine paths and cerebral streams, They sculpt our reality, build our dreams. In the heart of this tempest, where echoes entwine, Thoughts are the essence, the soul's design. Fleeting, they dart, like birds in flight, Navigating the darkness, searching for light. Yet in their transience, a beauty remains, For they shape the essence of our joys and our pains. ©twisha ray Randoms #trnojo134 #thoughtful

In the labyrinth of the mind, so deep and vast, Thoughts weave through corridors, shadowed and fast. Whispers of dreams and echoes of time, Dance in the recesses, rhythm and rhyme. Neurons spark in a ceaseless ballet, Ideas like fireflies, flicker and sway. Memories are tapestries, rich and unfurled, Threads of the past in a canvas unfurled. Waves of reflection, turbulent streams, Cradle the remnants of fractured dreams. In this quiet storm, where silence does reign, Thoughts are the constellations, the stars in the brain. In the labyrinth of the mind, so deep and vast, Thoughts weave through corridors, shadowed and fast. Whispers of dreams and echoes of time, Dance in the recesses, rhythm and rhyme. Neurons spark in a ceaseless ballet, Ideas like fireflies, flicker and sway. Memories are tapestries, rich and unfurled, Threads of the past in a canvas unfurled. Waves of reflection, turbulent streams, Cradle the remnants of fractured dreams. In this quiet storm, where silence does reign, Thoughts are the constellations, the stars in the brain. Fleeting, they dart, like birds in flight, Navigating the darkness, searching for light. Yet in their transience, a beauty remains, For they shape the essence of our joys and our pains. In the quiet moments when stillness is near, Thoughts forge their patterns, both crystal and clear. Epiphanies glimmer like shards of the sun, Revelations unfolding, the work of each one. Philosophies mingle, collide, and retreat, Woven in dialogues both bitter and sweet. In this inner cosmos, where ideas take flight, Thoughts chart the unknown, defy day and night. Through labyrinthine paths and cerebral streams, They sculpt our reality, build our dreams. In the heart of this tempest, where echoes entwine, Thoughts are the essence, the soul's design. Fleeting, they dart, like birds in flight, Navigating the darkness, searching for light. Yet in their transience, a beauty remains, For they shape the essence of our joys and our pains. ©twisha ray Randoms #trnojo134 #thoughtful