english,
When the last breaths of daylight have run out and the sun begins its descent, we dread what lurks behind evening shadows and the silence that might echo cries inside our heads.
We sit in one corner, blinded by fear, shackled by the unknown. While hamstrung, alone, we can only pray for the dawn to no longer delay.
We sit. We wait.
What we fail to see is the light in our presence, perhaps only in a form unexpected. The sun is never truly overcome by darkness. It manifests in a silver glow that calls us to see it, believe it, and trust it.
Why, the moon has always been around whenever the sun wanders astray. It isn't what we yearn for, but we might find it to be enough. If we only open our eyes to see past the unfamiliar silhouettes, we might find that what we've been searching for has been with us all along. The struggling moonbeams, though faded, can be enough to guide us through the dark times.
The light has never been lost. We only have to look.
Literary: When the sun sets
We sit in one corner, blinded by fear, shackled by the unknown. While hamstrung, alone, we can only pray for the dawn to no longer delay.
We sit. We wait.
What we fail to see is the light in our presence, perhaps only in a form unexpected. The sun is never truly overcome by darkness. It manifests in a silver glow that calls us to see it, believe it, and trust it.
Why, the moon has always been around whenever the sun wanders astray. It isn't what we yearn for, but we might find it to be enough. If we only open our eyes to see past the unfamiliar silhouettes, we might find that what we've been searching for has been with us all along. The struggling moonbeams, though faded, can be enough to guide us through the dark times.
The light has never been lost. We only have to look.
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