At the edge of day,
I pause—
where the river learns the color of the sky.
Light fades gently,
as if the sun is whispering
“rest now.”
The wind moves the grass,
not to hurry time,
but to remind me
that letting go
can be beautiful too.
In this quiet moment,
I find myself—
unspoken, unbroken,
flowing.
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