Sunset. By themischievousannaFebruary 26, 2015 ( 3 ) Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: ArtTags: art, Blog, fiction&poetry, inspiration, lifestyle, people, photography, poetry, sunset, writing Related Articles Another subject. By themischievousanna2 months ago The Messiness of Illusion. By themischievousanna3 months ago Having Existed. By themischievousannaMay 26, 2019 3 comments › ars1947 February 26, 2015 • 8:21 am Did you know that sunsets are loved because they vanish? LikeLike Reply ↓ Dream 9 February 26, 2015 • 8:30 am A lightscape, a memory of love. Colours refresh the soul and rewind time to a better place. A warm hearth, a never ending heartbeat. A Quickening, a rush. It fades to black, once more. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ laurabednarz24 February 26, 2015 • 7:27 pm to me what this is saying the littlest bought of happiness/littlest thing can bring happeness to the sadness. I completely agree because when I hear a success story from a patient or I get a compliment from a patient, all the bad feedback or mean ones fade away from my mind. ❤ this LikeLike Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.