As night descends with its velvet shroud, Though | English Poetry

"As night descends with its velvet shroud, Thoughts emerge, soft and unbowed. In the quietude where shadows play, Dreams and memories gently sway. The moon, a sentinel in the sky, Watches over as moments drift by. Whispers of the past blend with the new, In the silence, old hopes renew. Stars twinkle with secrets they keep, Guiding the mind through the realm of . Each thought a thread in the midnight’s weave, In the dark, we dare to believe. Emotions surface like waves on the sea, In the still of night, we set them free. Reflections deep, both serene and bright, Unfold in the calm of the tranquil night. As dawn approaches, the thoughts retreat, Yet their echoes linger, soft and sweet. For in the night, where the heart takes flight, We find the dreams that guide us through the light. ©twisha ray"

As night descends with its velvet shroud,
Thoughts emerge, soft and unbowed.
In the quietude where shadows play,
Dreams and memories gently sway.
The moon, a sentinel in the sky,
Watches over as moments drift by.
Whispers of the past blend with the new,
In the silence, old hopes renew.
Stars twinkle with secrets they keep,
Guiding the mind through the realm of .
Each thought a thread in the midnight’s weave,
In the dark, we dare to believe.
Emotions surface like waves on the sea,
In the still of night, we set them free.
Reflections deep, both serene and bright,
Unfold in the calm of the tranquil night.
As dawn approaches, the thoughts retreat,
Yet their echoes linger, soft and sweet.
For in the night, where the heart takes flight,
We find the dreams that guide us through the light.

©twisha ray

twisha ray

As night descends with its velvet shroud, Thoughts emerge, soft and unbowed. In the quietude where shadows play, Dreams and memories gently sway. The moon, a sentinel in the sky, Watches over as moments drift by. Whispers of the past blend with the new, In the silence, old hopes renew. Stars twinkle with secrets they keep, Guiding the mind through the realm of . Each thought a thread in the midnight’s weave, In the dark, we dare to believe. Emotions surface like waves on the sea, In the still of night, we set them free. Reflections deep, both serene and bright, Unfold in the calm of the tranquil night. As dawn approaches, the thoughts retreat, Yet their echoes linger, soft and sweet. For in the night, where the heart takes flight, We find the dreams that guide us through the light. ©twisha ray