Like the twilight,
I am neither defined,
By day or night,
My hues are brightest,
In those gloomy skies,
As vivid thoughts,
And vibrant emotions,
Radiant layers of me,
Glaring as specter,
Stacked into piles,
Of lost poetries,
You will notice me,
Only if you,
Like me,
Find yourself,
In comforts of,
Dusk or Dawn!

Twilight is always special
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Indeed it is, thanks for reading ππ
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My pleasure
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Meaningful words!
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Thanks for reading and your comments ππ
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Beautiful poetry
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Thanks a lot for reading and your comments ππ
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You’re very welcome indeed
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Beautiful descriptions. π
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Thanks a lot for reading and your comments ππ
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You are welcome. π
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I adore this as dusk is one of my most favourite times..
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Thanks a lot for reading and your beautiful comments ππ
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A beautiful personification of the in-between moments. Well written, my friend!
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Thanks a lot for reading Brad ππ
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Beautiful !
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Thanks a lot for reading and commenting π
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You’re welcome .
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