Beneath the hush of twilight’s breath,
Where silence walks the edge of death,
A shadow stirs in velvet air,
Its whisper trailing secrets there.
The moonlight paints the earth in grey,
While time forgets to count the day,
And dreams arise on phantom wings,
To dance where no one ever sings.
A breeze that speaks in ancient tongues
Brushes the bells that were never rung,
And in the hush between each beat,
The unseen world begins to speak.
It tells of stars that lost their flame,
Of souls too wild to bear a name,
Of love once formed in silver dust,
Now buried deep in wind and rust.
Though none may see its quiet grace,
It lingers still in time and space,
A voice that hums in leaf and stone—
The unseen never walks alone.
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