The Retreating
Day fades softly into night,
A slow retreat of golden light.
The sky, once bright, begins to bleed,
As dusk descends with quiet speed.
The sun sinks low, a crimson flame,
Whispering farewells without a name.
It falls behind the world’s soft edge,
A secret kept, a solemn pledge.
Shadows...
A slow retreat of golden light.
The sky, once bright, begins to bleed,
As dusk descends with quiet speed.
The sun sinks low, a crimson flame,
Whispering farewells without a name.
It falls behind the world’s soft edge,
A secret kept, a solemn pledge.
Shadows...