Stillness of Light by J. Ishaan
Stillness of Light J. Ishaan The wind runs wildacross empty ground—no footsteps, no voice,no soul to meet its cry.The sun slips away,its final raysbrushing the earthin tender, fading gold—a beauty too fragile to stay.The light falters.Darkness folds in:soft, slow, complete.A boy stands stillbeneath a skythat has forgotten stars.No moon to hold him—only shadowsand the silence of everything.Yet he hopes.He dares to believethe sun will rise again.But how could he know?Light does not vanish—it only waitsfor eyes ready to see.So he watches.Still.Afraid.But he does not turn away.And in the…
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