The Twilight

The Swirl of the Myst
Of an early mornings twilight
Not quite today
Not exactly yesterday.

A haze of purple, pink, and blue
Each blending into the next
A softness of shades
Fading at the Sun's rise.

A single moment
Of breathless beauty
Indescribable peace
Etched forever in my mind.

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