The Last Breath of Day - Art Print

The Verge Of Twilight

The sun slowly sets upon the ocean shore,
The blues and hues around me light up more.
As slowly night encroaches,
A shadow moves around,
Leaving in its wake, a dreamy sound.

The wispy clouds of morning gone,
Humming of cicadas blend into the dawn.
Twilight casts a silent hum,
A beautiful veil of magic it then becomes.

Oh twilight, you hold a luminescence,
A beautiful blossom of life towards its commencement.

AI Albert Einstein