"In the hush of twilight's breath, Where shadows start their silent creep, The stars dissolve, the dusk's caress Unfolds its dreams in whispers deep. The moon, a sentinel so pale, Watches as the sun retreats, In twilight's veil, where moments sail, An endless dance of soft conceits. Time's hand, it pauses, just a beat, Caught in the twilight's gentle sway, Where days and nights in union meet, And fleeting hours drift away. The echoes of the day now fade, As darkness weaves its tender shroud, And in the night, a promise laid— Of dawn's return, though soft and proud. In every shadow, light finds space, A cycle forged in cosmic rhyme, And so we trace our fleeting grace, Within the eclipse of time. ©twisha ray"