Intoxicating Twilight

Intoxicating Twilight short poem

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The twilight hues of the evening sky,
Take away the blues of the soul,
A palette of serene colors spread,
Like love intoxicating the senses.

The ethereal twilight hour,
With remnants of a glowing ember,
Intense violet hues wrap me,
In a tender embrace.

In the misty twilight horizon,
The beauty of rising moon,
Adds visions of alluring moments,
Filling me with a passionate bliss.

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Preeti
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The beauty and magic of a twilight so endearingly captured in this wonderful poem:)

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