“Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” – Dylan Thomas

In twilight's dance, where shadows softly blend,
 A river flows with whispers of the past,
 The sun and moon embrace, their light transcends.

A flower blooms where broken hearts descend,
 Its petals weep, yet in their beauty cast,

 In twilight's dance, where shadows softly blend.
The stormy skies and gentle breezes mend,
 Each tear a gem, a memory amassed,
 The sun and moon embrace, their light transcends.

In sorrow's grip, the soul learns to extend,
 To find the strength in love that holds steadfast,

 In twilight's dance, where shadows softly blend.
The echoes of the lost, a haunting friend,
 Remind us life is fleeting, yet so vast,
 The sun and moon embrace, their light transcends.

So let the heart in grief and joy suspend,
 For in this union, life's true colors cast,

 In twilight's dance, where shadows softly blend,
 The sun and moon embrace, their light transcends.

Duck.ai – Artificial Assistant

Spiegel im Spiegel, Arvo Pärt