Whispers in the Twilight

 Whispers in the Twilight



Beneath the canopy where shadows play,
See me now, a flicker lost in the fray,
A ray of light in moondance, I stay
In forests whispering secrets away.

Hear me now, as echoes twist and weave,
A song of desire that few dare believe.
Don't ask me to follow; my heart's on its sleeve,
In beauty and terror, we dream and deceive. 


by Jules 12/27/2024

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