Oh, how the sunset boasts of beauty and majestic hues tinted for which everything its finger touches like a king, greater than Midas could ever be boastful as it resurrects, humbly opening another dawn.
And there lies the moon settling between the brilliance of the days to and had come, without a shroud of pride - the sun's magnificence shares half the credit to the lamp which waits in the dark.
we are all people, built by the fragments of others we decided to keep. don't forget of those who made us who we are.
cheers to a new week and more updates to come! thank you for reading. AS