In the hush of evening’s gentle embrace,
Whispers of twilight softly unfold,
A symphony of colors, fading with grace,
As the sun dips below, stories untold.

The horizon blushes with tender hues,
Embracing the night’s impending reign,
Stars awaken, in the vast sky they muse,
Guiding the wanderers through darkness and pain.

Each ending a promise, a curtain drawn,
On tales that linger in the shadows of time,
Yet in every dusk, a new dawn is born,
A cycle of hope, in rhythm and rhyme.

So let us cherish the gentle goodbyes,
The soft closure of another day,
For in every ending, a new dream lies,
A chance to rise, to find our way.