Twilight
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Being here with you in this wooded glade
Golden autumn leaves gathering round our feet
Night creeping in as the light begins to fade
The twilight sheds her spell, soft and sweet
Tonight, here in this dappled shade
Treasure nor gold, with you, could not compete
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2025
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