Day: April 21, 2024

in the whispering breeze of a vanishing day,where shadows of cedar and myrtle sway,death arrives, not as a thief of light,but a kindred spirit in the softness of night. “behold,” it whispers in tones that is so mild,“i am not your foe, but a wandering child,lost in the cosmos, seeking my part,in the rhythmic dance…