Path Of Shadows

Title: Path of Shadows (nature series part 8)

Beneath the tender dusk, the road extends,
A lone whisper in the arms of night,
Where trees stand silent, guardians bent,
And the sky spills clouds, heavy and bright.

Veins of light slip into fading blue,
Winding toward horizons unseen,
Holding dreams—soft, trembling, true—
Where heartbeats stir in the in-between.

In this place, where shadows breathe,
The heart finds peace in quiet hues,
Bound to wander, bound to leave,
Yet cradled by the twilight's bruise.

For every road is painted dark,
Before the dawn calls forth the spark.
@poembyselly 
📸 @tomo.y9

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