In peripheral’s gentle glow,
Edges whisper tales untold.
Silent realms beyond the view,
Echoes linger, soft and cold.

Dancing shadows on the brink,
Peripheral realms, secrets link.
Unseen stories, whispers weave,
In the margins, dreams conceive.

Beyond the center’s steady hum,
Peripheral echoes softly strum.
A dance of shadows, subtle play,
In Twilight’s grasp, they gently sway.

Peripheral whispers in twilight’s embrace,
Uncharted edges, a mysterious trace.
Soft tendrils reaching, unseen connection,
In the margins, life finds its reflection.

A tapestry woven in shadows’ embrace,
Peripheral wonders, an enigmatic space.
Edges entwine, stories unfold,
In the periphery, mysteries are told.

Whispers linger on the fringe,
Peripheral realms, where dreams hinge.
Faint murmurs weave tales unseen,
In the outskirts, where the unknown convene.

Moonlit secrets, peripheral ballet,
Whispers echo, leading astray.
Contours of twilight, a canvas unfurls,
In the margins, where enchantment swirls.

Veiled silhouettes in the peripheral dance,
A mystic waltz, shadows enhance.
Edges of twilight, a gateway to explore,
In the peripheral, where mysteries adore.

Silent ballet of the peripheral stage,
Veiled allure, a poetic engage.
Twilight’s embrace, a clandestine affair,
Where the unknown whispers, beyond compare.

Amidst the shadows, a peripheral trance,
Whispers beckon, a spectral advance.
In twilight’s ballet, where realms entwine,
The periphery unveils secrets divine.

Soft echoes linger in the peripheral mist,
A clandestine rendezvous, subtly kissed.
Where the edges blur, and tales unfold,
In the whispers of twilight, mysteries hold.

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