In the twilight,
Holding a lantern in her hand,
She stepped out to sit beside him.
On the wooden bench
Overlooking the sea.
Together, they watched the calm waves.
There was a soft glow in the sky, a slight chill.
From the radio, a melodious tune filled the air.
They looked into each other’s battle-scarred eyes.
The sweet rhythm moved them to dance.
Slowly,
Lovingly,
Entwined in a warm embrace
They swayed like the waves
On their wooden porch.
In the soft glow of the night.

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Twilight

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The sky has turned pink and blue.

The greyness of winter has brought in some hue.

The sun is going down the horizon

Leaving behind colors of twilight.

To hold on to;

Before returning,

To the stillness of a long black night.