Evening Reeds

May 7, 2018.

The eve of another day.

The sun sinks deeper and deeper, consumed by the low hanging tree reeds.
It’s ember, bathing the world in light tint of gold, for just a few minutes, before everything turns to black.

Time, carries on. With or without you.

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