Day’s end brings colors of sorrow, A last embrace of sun and sea, With darkness creeping gently, To cradle the earth in quietude, Here, I find a sanctuary, Between what is and what might have been.
- Salvatore Quasimodo
Day’s end brings colors of sorrow, A last embrace of sun and sea, With darkness creeping gently, To cradle the earth in quietude, Here, I find a sanctuary, Between what is and what might have been.