In twilight's gentle grasp, I find,

The dance of life, the fleeting time.

A whispered breath, a silent sigh,

Echoes of eternity, passing by.

Through shadows deep, I wander wide,

In realms where both light and darkness bide.

The heartbeats thrumming, a mournful tune,

A symphony beneath the moon.

In moments lost and memories found,

The cycle turns, both chained and unbound.

From birth’s first cry to death’s embrace,

We trace the lines upon our face.

Ecstasy and despair entwined,

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A tapestry where all is combined.

With every joy, a tear must fall,

In this grand theatre, we play our all.

A scream of anguish, a laugh of glee,

The soul’s full spectrum, wild and free.

In silent spaces, we confront our fears,

In rapturous moments, we shed our tears.

So let the music swell and rise,

To pierce the dark, to touch the skies.

For in each note, a story's told,

Of life's great journey, bold and cold.

In twilight's fading light, I see,

The endless dance, the mystery.

And as the echoes start to wane,

I find my peace amidst the pain.