In the quietude of twilight’s gentle embrace,
The sun whispers its farewell song,
Casting hues of amber and crimson lace,
As day surrenders to night, prolonged.

Silhouettes dance upon the golden shore,
Bathed in the glow of a fleeting flame,
The sky becomes a canvas, evermore,
Painted with dreams that no two are the same.

The horizon cradles the sun’s descent,
A tender touch of nature’s hand,
In this moment, hearts find content,
In the beauty of a fading land.

As darkness wraps the world in its cloak,
The stars awaken, ready to ignite,
But the sunset’s memory softly spoke,
Leaving whispers in the heart’s twilight.