You are always precious in the eyes of Your God
nature and book lover
At the end of the twilight, your steps continue to run, Towards the never-ending horizon. Dreams spread across the vast sky,
By Aileeabout a year ago in Art
Beneath the shadows of black and white, We live without the blaze of color. Like a dull canvas, filled with silent strokes,
When daylight’s fingers softly trace The edges of a fading sky, The world is wrapped in twilight’s grace,
In the tender embrace of twilight’s sigh, where shadows waltz with the first blush of dusk, the crescent moon emerges
