At the end of the day


The day was hot and still, the evening, the same. The soft golden light of the Golden Hour swept over the field of buttercups and grasses and it felt like the end of the world.


Heartwork

Each day is born with a sunrise
and ends in a sunset, the same way we
open our eyes to see the light,
and close them to hear the dark.
You have no control over
how your story begins or ends.
But by now, you should know that
all things have an ending.
Every spark returns to darkness.
Every sound returns to silence.
And every flower returns to sleep
with the earth.
The journey of the sun
and moon is predictable.
But yours,
is your ultimate
ART

Suzy Kassem


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