In the hush of twilight,
shadows stretch and yawn,
the last light lingered on edges,
where silence wraps the world.
Breath held like a secret,
waiting for the final sigh,
a gentle slipping, a soft departure,
as roots entwine with dust.
Moments dissolve like whispers,
echoes fading in the vastness,
and laughter drifts away,
leaving only the taste of twilight.