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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 hushbetween moments,a shimmer stirs—not from the sky,but from within.
The new daydoesn’t mirror the old.It shifts, reshapes,and still,life moves—as it must.
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 hushbetween moments,a shimmer stirs—not from the sky,but from within.
The new daydoesn’t mirror the old.It shifts, reshapes,and still,life moves—as it must.
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By Maggie DeversStillness 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 hushbetween moments,a shimmer stirs—not from the sky,but from within.
The new daydoesn’t mirror the old.It shifts, reshapes,and still,life moves—as it must.
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 hushbetween moments,a shimmer stirs—not from the sky,but from within.
The new daydoesn’t mirror the old.It shifts, reshapes,and still,life moves—as it must.
More from J. Ishaan ↓
- @__fire_fist_29 on Instagram
Mentioned in this episode:
Join the mailing list to be the first to know when OPO submissions open ⬇️
🖋️ Read My Newsletter: Free Flow 🖋️