As dusk settles, a dark veil, one can hear the world folding its edges, where light concedes to shadow, a weave of soft murmurs and distant stars, a lullaby for the sun’s retreat.
- Tadeusz Różewicz
As dusk settles, a dark veil, one can hear the world folding its edges, where light concedes to shadow, a weave of soft murmurs and distant stars, a lullaby for the sun’s retreat.