In the twilight's tender, quiet glow,
"Deep down, you're really shallow," murmurs the shadow.
A paradox woven into the fabric of dusk,
A cosmic riddle, a poetic musk.
Within the tapestry of the fading light,
A paradoxical dance takes flight.
Shallow whispers, profound sighs,
In the paradox, the heart complies.
Beneath the crescent moon's soft allure,
A paradox emerges, both subtle and pure.
Surf...