A Dance with Shadows
At twilight’s veil, when day meets night,
A tapestry of shadows begins to weave,
Emerging from corners where they hide from light,
In silence they gather, beckoning to believe.
With whispered secrets, the shadows arise,
In graceful waltzes, they twirl and sway,
Reflecting the fears that linger in sighs,
And hopes that shimmer like stars far away.
They dance on the walls, in a flickering glow,
With each tender movement, a story unfolds,
Of dreams yet unspoken, of sorrows we know,
In the depths of our hearts, where truth gently molds.
A child’s laughter spills from a corner so bright,
And shadows leap higher, a jubilant cheer,
They mimic her joy, a beautiful sight,
Yet the shadows encircle, whispering fear.
A lover’s embrace casts a long, soft shade,
Two silhouettes merging, their hearts intertwined,
Yet shadows remind them of choices mislaid,
Of paths left unchosen, of love left behind.
The elder stands still, with wisdom in eyes,
His shadow a blanket, heavy with time,
It dances with echoes of long-ago sighs,
In the rhythm of memories, both bitter and sublime.
Each flicker of light, a reminder that’s clear,
That darkness can cradle our deepest despair,
But hope, like the dawn, always draws ever near,
A flickering flame in the cool evening air.
As twilight deepens, the shadows grow bold,
With stories of anguish and joy intertwined,
They beckon the dreamers, the young and the old,
To join in their dance, to embrace the confined.
For shadows, though fleeting, are part of our tale,
They guide us through valleys, through storms we must brave,
In the dance with our shadows, our spirits set sail,
Finding strength in our fears, and light in the grave.
So let us remember, as night softly falls,
In this dance with shadows, we’re never alone,
For within every darkness, a flicker still calls,
A reminder that light, too, can be gently sown.
In the embrace of the twilight, where shadows conspire,
We find in their movement, our hopes and our fears,
In this dance with shadows, we’re kindled with fire,
And learn that through darkness, our true selves appear.
A tapestry of shadows begins to weave,
Emerging from corners where they hide from light,
In silence they gather, beckoning to believe.
With whispered secrets, the shadows arise,
In graceful waltzes, they twirl and sway,
Reflecting the fears that linger in sighs,
And hopes that shimmer like stars far away.
They dance on the walls, in a flickering glow,
With each tender movement, a story unfolds,
Of dreams yet unspoken, of sorrows we know,
In the depths of our hearts, where truth gently molds.
A child’s laughter spills from a corner so bright,
And shadows leap higher, a jubilant cheer,
They mimic her joy, a beautiful sight,
Yet the shadows encircle, whispering fear.
A lover’s embrace casts a long, soft shade,
Two silhouettes merging, their hearts intertwined,
Yet shadows remind them of choices mislaid,
Of paths left unchosen, of love left behind.
The elder stands still, with wisdom in eyes,
His shadow a blanket, heavy with time,
It dances with echoes of long-ago sighs,
In the rhythm of memories, both bitter and sublime.
Each flicker of light, a reminder that’s clear,
That darkness can cradle our deepest despair,
But hope, like the dawn, always draws ever near,
A flickering flame in the cool evening air.
As twilight deepens, the shadows grow bold,
With stories of anguish and joy intertwined,
They beckon the dreamers, the young and the old,
To join in their dance, to embrace the confined.
For shadows, though fleeting, are part of our tale,
They guide us through valleys, through storms we must brave,
In the dance with our shadows, our spirits set sail,
Finding strength in our fears, and light in the grave.
So let us remember, as night softly falls,
In this dance with shadows, we’re never alone,
For within every darkness, a flicker still calls,
A reminder that light, too, can be gently sown.
In the embrace of the twilight, where shadows conspire,
We find in their movement, our hopes and our fears,
In this dance with shadows, we’re kindled with fire,
And learn that through darkness, our true selves appear.
- Khushi Kaul
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