In dusk, where shadows linger, And fireflies softly gleam, The heart is drawn to nature, In twilight’s gentle dream.
A moment suspended, In the hush of evening’s grace, Filling our spirits’ longing, In this sacred space.
- Jānis Akuraters
In dusk, where shadows linger, And fireflies softly gleam, The heart is drawn to nature, In twilight’s gentle dream.
A moment suspended, In the hush of evening’s grace, Filling our spirits’ longing, In this sacred space.