Evening Chill Comments

In twilight's hush, the porch is still, A sanctuary on a hill, Where evening whispers gently fill The heart with peace and quiet thrill.The rocking stool begins to creak, A symphony that's soft and sleek, As shadows play their hide-and-seek, And night prepares to softly speak.The stars emerge in velvet skies, With twinkling lights and fireflies, A dance of dreams before the eyes, A cosmic tale in silent guise.The scent of jasmine in the air, A fragrant breath, beyond compare, The night's cool breeze, a tender care, As moonbeams weave through silver hair.The world is far, yet close in thought, With memories and dreams in wrought, A moment where all time is caught, On back porch where sweet peace is sought.
In twilight's hush, the veranda is still,
A sanctuary on a hill,
Where evening whispers gently fill
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