The sun sinks in the horizon’s embrace, heavy and golden as the grain. Silhouettes of trees reach for the fading warmth, a silent prayer, while the night begins its tender descent cloaking the world in shadow.
- Halina Poświatowska
The sun sinks in the horizon’s embrace, heavy and golden as the grain. Silhouettes of trees reach for the fading warmth, a silent prayer, while the night begins its tender descent cloaking the world in shadow.