September 2, 2024

September 2, 2024

At the day's quiet end, When the sky blushes with gold, She gathers the sunset in her hands, Holding its warmth like a secret, A light that fades but never truly leaves, Lingering in the twilight of memory.

louise glück, the white series // claude monet, houses in the snow // fyodor dostoyevsky, the gentle spirit // jane o. wayne, with solitude //reddit user artsykate, winter nocturne with lonely road // joseph brodsky, to m.b. // fyodor dostoevsky, poor folk // caspar david friedrich, winter landscape // audre lorde, the cancer journals // mahmoud darwish, memory for forgetfulness

take a break while watching this little bunny cross your dash