The Changing of the Guard: A Twilight Reflection on Taking Turns
The Changing of the Guard
The day-flyers retreat into the golden glow,
leaving their light as a quiet whisper.
Up rise the night guardians, wide-winged and silent,
tracing shadows across the cooling blue.
In this brief, beautiful crossroad,
the sky belongs to neither day nor night—
only to the rhythm of taking turns. 🌿✨

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