The singing birds, sweet at night's farewell,
Their melodies linger as twilight ascends.
A hymn divine, unadorned, yet profound,
A beauty life sings, where stillness transcends.
Gentle waves of music, tender and pure,
Caress the soul like a lover's embrace.
In stillness, we stand, bathed in tranquil grace,
Listening deeply to time's quiet pace.
The scent of blossoms paints a gentle smile,
Perfuming the air with whispers divine.
As lovers bask in the fragrant glow,
They dwell in Presence, serene, sublime.
Bathed in warmth of golden rays,
The sacred light begins to flow.
At dawn's first breath, at dusk's repose,
The divine in splendor ebbs and glows.
Night unfolds; the moon, so tender,
Guides love, light, and song to tender rest.
I bow my head and bid night rest,
To greet the dawn's soft lullaby, blessed.
— MyKoul
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