Twilight is a magical time
That lifts you up and away from your chair...
To a glorious place filled with colors you can't even name,
And a wondrous sky of blazing wildfire.
A golden orange hue
That seeps, ever so slowly, to blue.
And purple, and indigo, and all the colors of the sea,
Jumbled into one.
And the air is fresh and crisp;
A cooling sensation that travels
From your head down to your toes.
And nothing matters but the wind in you hair...
In a whimsical land
Where sunset is always the hour.
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