автор: Girasol

The nightfall comes into a cloud of magic,
It covers earth with soft and gentle lace.
Darkness slowly seeps into the cradle
Where daylight hides to rest.

For a moment everything is peaceful
Between the laughs and tears of the day
And the quiet nightly lovers` whispers
Lays stillness with a touch of grace.

In the collision between light and darkness
When reality transforms into a haze
There is a time to be unharnessed,
To le the soul reveal its face.