In the quiet hours of fading light,When day surrenders to the night,The world feels heavy on weary bones,A heart that dreams of unknown zones.The journey long with endless miles,Tired eyes forget to smile,Yet in the silence, whispers find,A gentle peace within the mind.Through the shadows, hope appears,Softly wiping away the tears,A promise of a brighter dawn,Where strength returns with each new morn.So rest, dear soul, beneath the skies,Let weary thoughts slowly rise,For in the calm, the spirit mends,And broken dreams find ways to bend.