Starry skies.
Glittering.
Hiding secrets behind moonlit clouds.
Then the palette changes colours
From dark to lighter tones.
And then again it changes back to where it was before.
Somehow always different than it was before.
There is something very truthful
between the late nights and early mornings
A feeling of peace just calms my soul within that silent hour.
No voices to hear.
The land adorned with silver tones after the twilight colours.
Something in between.
Under the veil of twilight.
Gazing in secret,
waiting for all life to interact with the first sun rays,
Stillness for a moment.
And then they start again the neverending cycle.
Exhale, Inhale.
All life's secrets are revealed within these hours.
In the neverending cycle of neutrality.
Then the voices start again.
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