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The wind hums low in twilight's sigh,

Whispers dance as shadows lie,

A golden flame flickers near,

Warming hearts and stilling fear.

The trees stretch tall with ancient grace,

Their leaves like songs that brush my face,

A silent chorus, calm and wise,

Tracing secrets across the skies.

Stars emerge in endless bloom,

Gilding night's celestial loom,

Each spark a story yet untold,

Of love once found or courage bold.

And as the earth lies cloaked in peace,

My wandering thoughts at last release,

Carried gently on the breeze,

Whispered soft among the trees.