๐ฆ๐จ๐ก๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฉ๐๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐๐ก๐๐๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ข
Over four successive evenings on Islington Bay,
Where Rangitoto rests in silent grace.
A slumbering heart beneath the sky,
Dreaming in fire, shadow, and space.
Here I sit, as time dissolves,
A witness to the eveningโs art.
Collecting sunsets, one by one,
Like embers warming my still heart.
The tides whisper the stories of time,
Soft waves tracing earthโs deep breath.
Dayโs hurried footsteps fade to hush,
As dusk unburdens mankindโs unrest.
Mother Nature lifts her ancient brush,
Dipping in gold, crimson, and jade.
A fleeting masterpiece unfurls,
Then slips beyond the edge of shade.
As the world sighs and comes to rest,
Its voices drowned in twilightโs glow.
The earth exhales, the stars awake,
Nightโs gentle side begins to show.
Master Boon ๐๐
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๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ช ๐ง๐ข ๐ช๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ร๐๐ลช๐ก ็ซๆฅ โ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ง๐ฆ ๐๐ After yesterdayโs post, one of my students asked me: โMaster Boonโฆ what
