Quiet Afternoon
The Warmth of the Evening Bloom
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| The quiet beauty of a room touched by the setting sun, where light, shadows, and stillness create a perfect moment of peace. |
The Gentle Descent of Light
The sun, a painter, softens on the pane,
Its golden brushstrokes, slow and sweet and deep.
No urgent clamor, no demanding strain,
Just shadows lengthening, secrets they will keep.
The air grows hushed, a velvet, silent cloak,
As dust motes dance in slanting, sunlit beams.
A gentle sigh, the world begins to soak
In quietude, fulfilling tranquil dreams.
Whispers of Stillness
A distant bird's call, soft and far away,
A rustle in the leaves, a passing breeze.
These are the whispers of a fading day,
That settle softly through the ancient trees.
The clock's soft tick, a rhythm calm and low,
A steady pulse within the peaceful room.
Where thoughts can wander, let their currents flow,
Dispelling every shadow, every gloom.
Finding Solace Within
This quiet hour, a gift, a sacred space,
To breathe, to simply be, to feel the grace.
The world outside can rush and fret and strive,
But here, within this stillness, I revive.
A gentle pause, a moment to reflect,
On simple joys, on peace I can collect.
For in this quiet afternoon, I find,
A perfect solace for the heart and mind.
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