I know not how it falls on me,
This summer evening, hushed and lone;
Yet the faint wind comes soothingly
With something of an olden tone.
Emily Brontë
Oh, how I missed the warm Sun touching my bare skin. Sunset is truly a magical time of the day. The light is changing with every second as well as the scent of the air.
Love, Erinthul.
Steven Angulo
2024-06-04 22:27:53 +0000 UTCBun Perkins
2024-05-16 08:26:55 +0000 UTCErinthul
2024-05-16 06:55:35 +0000 UTCLeon Moore
2024-05-15 22:09:49 +0000 UTC