In the gentle hue of twilight’s glow,
Where whispers of pink softly flow,
A canvas painted by the sun’s retreat,
Embracing the world with warmth so sweet.

Beneath the blush of the evening’s sigh,
Dreams dance softly, fluttering by,
In the serene embrace of the fading light,
Where pink and gold entwine in flight.

The horizon blushes with tender grace,
As night descends with a gentle pace,
Colors blend in a harmonious song,
As shadows and light gently prolong.

In this moment where day meets night,
The world is bathed in a tranquil sight,
A fleeting kiss of colors that speak,
Of peace found in the embrace of pink.