Twilight Teaches Us a Lot
At the end of dusk, hope sprouts, creeping softly amidst sorrow, becoming a light on the vast horizon.
Though the wind moans in the darkness, it is not just a mere dream, not a shadow fragile by time, but a flame that will not fade.
Though fate is sometimes sad, small steps still tell a story, about a tomorrow that still lives.
About a sky that is not always dark, about a heart that learns to remain steadfast.
So, hold it in your fingers, so that wounds do not extinguish your courage, because hope is the promise of the universe, that dawn will surely greet you again.
Greetings always compact.
By @midiagam