As the sun descends below the horizon, its vibrant hues paint the sky in a masterpiece of colors. The fading sunset becomes a metaphor for the passing of time, reminding us that endings give birth to beginnings. In the twilight's embrace, hope ignites, unwavering and eternal. It shines its light upon the world, illuminating the possibilities that lie ahead. Each dusk serves as a reminder to hold on to the unwavering belief that within every ending, there is a seed of hope, ready to bloom and lead us towards a brighter tomorrow.
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Mark
Just got back to writing, and we got another paper load of poems inspired by Japanese art. Hi, I am Mark and you can read all you want. FOR FREE! (Stripe isn't available on Philippines T^T, but you can still provide your support by Paypal!)
The Last Letter on the Shelf
I never meant to leave it there. The old wooden shelf in the corner of the living room, stacked with books that smelled faintly of dust and sunlight, had always been my mother’s domain. She used it like a shrine—little trinkets, half-finished novels, pressed flowers, and, most importantly, letters. So many letters. Some she’d kept from decades ago, tied with ribbon, their paper edges soft and worn. Others were more recent, hastily scribbled notes of gratitude, apology, or love.
By Salman Writesabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
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