The long shadow of the dusk-evening-time stealing the vision through the valleys .
Twilight births as birds chirp in whirligig
The huge dizzy red colour pallette sun partly hides face behind the mountains.
Swifty misty wind twirl hurriedly through my window,parting the curtain aside and flipping pages of books on my shelf.
Workers of all caliber briskly return home as the day bolt it's work in a nut.
I could only feel one thing; nighty
I could only see one thing; crescent moon faintly appearing in the sky.
Sleepy swirling the nature with moonlight nighty memories.
Repercussions of dusk and twilight.
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