Twilight in Blue

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verywhere I turn a path of fog, no sunset, only gray light to meet outstretched hands and the glow that keeps on getting dimmer searching for stars that still don’t rise listening for the laughter that could change everything if it still rang close, next to heart or far above blue sunshine filled with dreams?I can belong in twilight where the wind comes to tell stories of what was, gray is no place of sadness, it’

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s where you find new roads, believe you can see flowers once again blooming or peaking inside clouds, they keep on smiling to the sun.I am at one with tiny recollections, playing inside the attic of dreams that can still giggle, I am here and step into new sunshine, it may be I am me, or another, the one I wove into each tear, smile and loving memory.© 2022 Amy Christie</article></body>

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Is everywhere I turn a path of fog, no sunset, only gray light to meet outstretched hands and the glow that keeps on getting dimmer searching for stars that still don’t rise listening for the laughter that could change everything if it still rang close, next to heart or far above blue sunshine filled with dreams?

I can belong in twilight where the wind comes to tell stories of what was, gray is no place of sadness, it’s where you find new roads, believe you can see flowers once again blooming or peaking inside clouds, they keep on smiling to the sun.

I am at one with tiny recollections, playing inside the attic of dreams that can still giggle, I am here and step into new sunshine, it may be I am me, or another, the one I wove into each tear, smile and loving memory.