Twilight
It feels so warm, yet we cannot touch it. It is so beautiful, yet its too far to see. It is peaceful, yet we cant hear a thing. In this twilight all is quiet except for the soft breeze blowing whisps of clouds across the glowing sky. In this twilight there is peace. In this twilight, I hear you whisper or was it the wind? A gentle hand on my shoulder reassures me that in this twilight I am yours. Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 28 2002 01:14 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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"It feels so warm,..."