What does the sunset whisper, As colors bleed into the night? Each hue a brushstroke on the sky, Where day is kissed by stars so bright. In the horizon’s softest glow, Where dreams and daylight intertwine, Nature spins her celestial tapestry, A sign that all will be divine. In every shade, a memory lives, Of moments stitched in time’s embrace, As the world slows to a tranquil hush, I find my solace in this place.

• Marina Tsvetaeva