Literature
Life in the Twilight World
In the hush between dusk and dawn,
Where shadows stretch and time feels drawn,
There lies a world of softer light,
A realm untouched by day or night.
The skies are bruised with purple hues,
As dreams slip in and time unglues,
Each heartbeat whispers, faint but true,
Of memories old, of things we knew.
The stars are timid, shy to speak,
Their flickers dim, their voices weak,
Yet in their silence, secrets keep,
Of journeys walked and promises deep.
In twilight’s grasp, we find our place,
Not lost, but slowed, within its space,
The edges blur, the lines dissolve,
And all the questions we once solved.
Life, it seems, is made of threads
Woven where the light has fled,
A tapestry of what remains,
Not perfect, but without the chains.
In twilight, we are both and none,
Just shadows cast by a setting sun,
Straddling two worlds with quiet grace,
As we search for meaning in this place.
(The poem is copyrighted by Buko)