At that silent, enchanted moment,
When the sun sends its last blessed rays of crimson
To kiss the earth
Then vanishes over still horizon
When today is no more and tomorrow is not yet
And the air is fresh and open –
Then, time itself stops for a second
Wondering, a little confused
As the light wind at the tree tops
Greets with a melody of freedom
The blessed blackness of night.
Moments like that may go by unattended,
But they will always leave their footnotes
In your heart
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