Sunset’s Embrace When daylight takes its rest, The sky is painted best, In hues of red and gold, A story to be told.
The sun dips low and sighs, As night begins to rise, Yet in this fleeting grace, I find my sacred space.
- Ruth H M Houghton
Sunset’s Embrace When daylight takes its rest, The sky is painted best, In hues of red and gold, A story to be told.
The sun dips low and sighs, As night begins to rise, Yet in this fleeting grace, I find my sacred space.