Twilight Heart

What’s your favorite time of day?

The sky darkens like a bruise,
fading from purple into black,
nighttime creatures stir
from their hiding places —
movement like whispers
in the fallen leaves.

The moon bathes the world
in a soft, silvery glow,
and crickets sing
their low, solemn hymn
as shadows weave
among the still tree branches.

This is where my heart lives –
in the moment 
darkness 
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