In the hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,
Whispers of longing flutter through the air,
A heart’s quiet symphony, a tender trace,
Where dreams and desires softly declare.

The storm of anger, fierce and untamed,
Rages through the soul’s turbulent sea,
Yet beneath its fury, love remains,
A beacon of hope, wild and free.

Sadness drapes its cloak, a velvet shroud,
Tears like raindrops cascade and fall,
Yet in this sorrow, strength is proud,
A phoenix rising, answering the call.

Joy bursts forth like a morning sun,
Illuminating paths once dark and cold,
In its warmth, the journey’s just begun,
A tapestry of stories yet to be told.