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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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At times At times Even the blind Can see through lies Even the blind Can see the truth At times Even the weak Can lift your spirits Even the weak Can carry your problems At times Even the ill Can feel well Even the ill Can cure your sickness At times Even the deaf Can hear pretty music Even the deaf Can play you songs At times Even the lonely Can feel content Even the lonely Can be a friend ©Schizology At times #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Times poetry in english

At times At times Even the blind Can see through lies Even the blind Can see the truth At times Even the weak Can lift your spirits Even the weak Can carry your problems At times Even the ill Can feel well Even the ill Can cure your sickness At times Even the deaf Can hear pretty music Even the deaf Can play you songs At times Even the lonely Can feel content Even the lonely Can be a friend ©Schizology At times #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Times poetry in english

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Pages turned, worlds unfold, Magic whispers, young and old. Ink-dipped dreams, minds astray, Reading's spell, comes to stay. With every line, a tale takes flight, Imagination's wings, shine bright. Characters leap, from paper's stage, Their stories weaving, a magic cage. In reading's realm, we find our might, Where words transport, through day and night. To realms of wonder, and pure delight, Where magic lives, in every line and light. So let us read, and let our spirits soar, For in the pages, magic waits in store. ©twisha ray paper knows emotions #trnojo62 #paperisemotional #writeupoftheday

Pages turned, worlds unfold, Magic whispers, young and old. Ink-dipped dreams, minds astray, Reading's spell, comes to stay. With every line, a tale takes flight, Imagination's wings, shine bright. Characters leap, from paper's stage, Their stories weaving, a magic cage. In reading's realm, we find our might, Where words transport, through day and night. To realms of wonder, and pure delight, Where magic lives, in every line and light. So let us read, and let our spirits soar, For in the pages, magic waits in store. ©twisha ray paper knows emotions #trnojo62 #paperisemotional #writeupoftheday

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A ball bounces through life's busy street, Carefree and wild, its journey sweet. It rolls and spins, without a care, A symbol of joy, beyond compare. It's chased by children, laughing with glee, A simple pleasure, for you and me. It bounces high, it bounces low, A constant reminder, to let go. Through hills and valleys, it makes its way, A rolling reminder, of life's play. It's caught and thrown, in a never-ending spin, A dance with fate, as it twirls within. So let the ball, be a lesson to us all, To roll with life, and never take a fall. For in its bounces, we find our own, A reflection of life, forever sown ©twisha ray Fun times #MagicBall #trnojo55 #Balls

A ball bounces through life's busy street, Carefree and wild, its journey sweet. It rolls and spins, without a care, A symbol of joy, beyond compare. It's chased by children, laughing with glee, A simple pleasure, for you and me. It bounces high, it bounces low, A constant reminder, to let go. Through hills and valleys, it makes its way, A rolling reminder, of life's play. It's caught and thrown, in a never-ending spin, A dance with fate, as it twirls within. So let the ball, be a lesson to us all, To roll with life, and never take a fall. For in its bounces, we find our own, A reflection of life, forever sown ©twisha ray Fun times #MagicBall #trnojo55 #Balls