Color is only a reflection but solidly transcendental beauty

Walking through the front door, I spotted a mild glance out of the corner of my eye. Profoundly unique in its hue, it was the mere effect of the sun setting, as it provided a simple house with a different facade color. It was a short glance but I immediately registered the need to find… Continue reading Color is only a reflection but solidly transcendental beauty

Crying at Sunset

Life at sunset likes to bring tears — to the horizon, and to the sun self On the cheeks of the sun setting, they flow differently than on those of them looking at suns setting.Near and far aroundthe horizon turns numb,encapsulated in the sensation of the ceasing of beauty of that sun, or in the… Continue reading Crying at Sunset