Sunset
She drapes herself in embered silk,a quiet surrender to the night.Once bold, once burning,now she crumbles into hues of longing,melting into the arms of something vast,something endless.
Golden laughter fades into whispers,shadows stretch like forgotten promises,spilling softly over the edge of time.She was fire once—now just a glow, a memory,a slow descent into quiet oblivion.
But even as she vanishes,her warmth lingers,traced in the hush of the wind,held in the eyes of dreamerswho still remember the wayshe made the world burn.