Time whiles away
in moments joyous and
moments broken.
Rest here, take a breath.
The sun has set, yes,
but on the morrow she will
rise again
bathing the hills in light.
What appear as mountains in this shadow,
will again be nothing more
than the incline
leading from this valley.
So rest, weary soul,
in the morning sun you can
begin again
your journey.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 7:09 PM UTC
Time whiles away
in moments joyous and
moments broken.
Rest here, take a breath.
The sun has set, yes,
but on the morrow she will
rise again
bathing the hills in light.
What appear as mountains in this shadow,
will again be nothing more
than the incline
leading from this valley.
So rest, weary soul,
in the morning sun you can
begin again
your journey.
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