Golden sunsets draw the day, Colors bleed into the night, The horizon lights aflame, With the promise of tomorrow.
Stars blink awake, Eager to share their glow, While the moon spills silver, As nature bids the sun farewell.
- Władysław Broniewski
Golden sunsets draw the day, Colors bleed into the night, The horizon lights aflame, With the promise of tomorrow.
Stars blink awake, Eager to share their glow, While the moon spills silver, As nature bids the sun farewell.