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Whispers of Dusk
The horizon melts like honey,
spilling gold into the sea’s open palms.
The sky wears a cloak of fading fire,
its embers caught in the sway of palm fronds.
Time slows here,
stretching thin like the hammock between ancient trees,
cradling the weight of forgotten dreams.
Each grain of sand hums with a quiet rhythm,
a song only the waves understand.
The air tastes of salt and twilight,
thick with stories carried from distant shores.
A soft breeze weaves through the leaves,
whispering secrets to the setting sun.
Here, the world breathes differently,
its pulse steady, unhurried.
And for a moment,
you remember what it means
to simply be.
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