
31/07/2025
Perched on the edge of a fading leaf, the sun whispers its last golden breath into the dusk...
It doesn’t fall, it surrenders, gracefully,
painting the sky in hues only the soul can understand.
The day bows, but not in defeat —
in the quiet promise of return.
Somewhere between the blur of the world and the sharp stillness of this plant, life reminds us: even the smallest branch holds up the sky for a moment. 🌅🌿✨