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“Gina was beautiful like a sunset. You see it and you think of how beautiful it is, and then it’s over and you move on. But Trista was beautiful like a song. The kind of song you play over and over and never get sick of hearing. The kind of song he wanted to write for her, but he knew he would never be able to string together the right combination of notes to show her how he really felt.”

“He is deaf, and keen to accept, any economical operation, that will correct his situation. He visited the doctor best, and started talking on subject, like the after-effects, and if any threats. The doctor medically checked, and asked him what he expects? He expressed, he wants to be addressed- in words, and not in signs. And how keen he is, to have his ears listening. He wants to listen the echo of, sun-set over that crimson dawn. He is keen to know, the sound of, a blooming rose. He wants to know what it sounds like, when a seedling grows. But Doctor- if you say: You are incapable, then I better get away, for then there is- nothing worth to be heard, in your seemingly wordy world.”

“လိမ္မော်ရောင် တိမ်စိုင်တို့နှင့် ထွက်ခွာလုလု ရောင်နီကို တားဆီးလိုက်ချင်လှသည်။ ခြောက်နာရီမထိုးမီ အချိန်လေးကို သက်တမ်းရှည်စေလိုသည်။”

“A brilliant sunset of pink and orange painted the sky to his right as they escaped from the castle grounds. He noticed the absence of the deep red of blood in the lovely sky’s scenery. His familiarity with the color was unnatural. It was found nowhere else in nature, almost as if it had never been meant for humans to see. To his left, the impending dusk loomed, and Satya found comfort in its familiar embrace.”

“The calm skies that drifted above us lulled us into thinking this traversée would be smooth, but after several hours, the unsteady sea had taken its toll on me and after a light lunch and a brief swim in the open sea failed to do so, I attempted to remedy my mal de mer with rest. When I awoke, the sun had already set and the cool air and soft light of twilight helped recalibrate my disoriented thoughts. Although my seasickness had subsided, I lay starboard side facing the heavens - that were now a deep shade of purple - so as to not provoke another episode. We set to anchoring behind several large volcanic pillars just a stone’s-throw away from where the Tyrrhenian Sea kissed the east of the island. A handful of wishes scattered the skies as we approached the shores of Aci Trezza. As these stars traced their dying song across the void above, part of me felt ashamed for even entertaining the notion of wishing upon a star, but that voice was speedily silenced by words He had once shared with me in Scotland: “There is always some truth to fiction.”

“Oh, the wondrous places through which I wander: woodlands, meadows, and green hillsides yonder. I hike over mossy, meandering paths. Dead branches serve nicely as walking staffs. The sunset paints scenery crimson and gold. Oh, wondrous nature dyed in colors bold.”

“But I know Jesus arose. I feel his presence now, here, with me. I see the evidence of his Word everyday. From creation forth, the whole world is witness to God's plan revealed through his Son. From the beginning, he prepared us. In the passing of the seasons; in the way flowers spring forth, die, and drop seeds for life to begin again; in the sunset and sunrise. Jesus' sacrifice is reenacted every day of our lives if we but have the eyes to see.”

“The Sunset Have you ever lost yourself In the sunset that washes the sky Of the day’s garish glory And paints crimson In the hour of blush? Have you ever seen A poise of the busy life, where power and wealth lose their pride, for a human is called by the rosy mystery! Have you ever seen how the heart floats in the sky, Gently, gently over the clouds of worry, Into the westerly where colors splash, Where poems just begin, Where lovers get lost in the gaze. Have you ever seen the sky of crimson spread heavenly sweets, And have you ever sensed the wild and drunken gaze in the language of lovers? Have you ever seen how sunset Takes us to the other side of life, Where despairs die and dreams are born, For therein lies a lover’s glance, In the sweetness and hunger To taste a cup of crimson.”

“Have you ever lost yourself in the sunset that washes the sky Of the day’s garish glory And paints crimson In the hour of blush? Have you ever sensed a poise in the busy life, where power and wealth lose their pride, for a human is called by the rosy mystery! Have you ever seen how the heart floats in the sky, Gently, gently over the clouds of worry, Into the westerly where colors splash, Where poems just begin, Where lovers get lost in the gaze. Have you ever seen how sunset Takes us to the other side of life, Where despairs die, and dreams are born, For therein lies a lover’s glance, In the sweetness and hunger To taste a cup of crimson.”

“The sky reached into the past and into obscurity, streaked with strips of cloud like marks left by a tired finger. The light leaking between the clouds was touched with purples, gentle reds and heavy blues. If you looked far up enough, you could see the wind blowing. It almost felt as if we could touch this layer wrapped around the world, if we just stuck out our hands. It showed its colors like a melody that could never be repeated.”

“I am homesick for sunsets that splash the dusk on my soul. I am homesick for the sky that carries the birdsongs. I am homesick for the trees that call the nightingales and their sweet melodies. I am homesick for the fruitful lands, where the streams flow, carrying the song of the earth. I am homesick for the stars that haunt at night, and turn every sigh into a song. I am homesick for the nocturnal charm when the night falls, with its veil of darkness. I am homesick for the choir of heaven that comes with dawn.”

“Have you ever lost yourself In the sunset that washes the sky Of the day’s garish glory And paints crimson In the hour of blush? Have you ever seen A poise of the busy life, where power and wealth lose their pride, for a human is called by the rosy mystery! Have you ever seen how the heart floats in the sky, Gently, gently over the clouds of worry, Into the westerly where colors splash, Where poems just begin, Where lovers get lost in the gaze. Have you ever seen how sunset Takes us to the other side of life, Where despairs die and dreams are born, For therein lies a lover’s glance, In the sweetness and hunger To taste a cup of crimson.”

“It’s nearly nightfall, the vast evening sky as resplendent and intricate as that quilt hanging from the wooden knob on the side of Grandma’s dresser. This sky is like the work of a seamstress, sown tangerine-orange, raspberry-pink, and dappled with cream-white clouds for an extra touch, the finished product so lush and vibrant that I could gape at it for hours.”

“I just came back from a trip and my heart aches for another, may be that's what Hills do they smoke the gypsy spirit in you, because no matter what as long as there is life there is hope and as long as there is Hope there is an urge to explore all that is unknown, to embark on adventures without ceasing to get amazed at every maze of Life. ❤️ To those who dream, to those who never settle, to those who wear their souls and to those who watch the sky fall both in the ruddy glance of a sunset and a sunrise!”