The electric rays of the sun have faded away,
All the light and colors gay,
Have faded from the withering day.
I look up into the darkened sky,
I see night is drawing nigh,
I see three twinkling stars burning in the blackness,
That's when I hear the twilight say,
'My young child, come and look up at the pale moon, and hear my voice speak to you in the rushing wind. Though many have sinned, I am the twilight that weaves the dawn of a new day.'
That was the twilight whispers.
The twilight whispers comfort in my ear,
And sings to my heart of a love greater than I could ever hope for,
The giver of that love pushes the wind so clear,
No matter how people are born into this world-His love always has room for more.
That was what the twilight whispered
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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