garden of forgotten things

~the setting sun~The sun does not fightwhen it falls.It burns gold,then blushes pink,then slips into silence.The sky lets it gowithout fear.maybe that's the beauty of the sunsets-even endingscan glow....

shreya guptaHi, I’m Shreya Gupta, a teenager who finds comfort in writing and poetry. I write about emotions, growing up, friendships, and quiet moments of life. Through my words, I hope readers feel understood and find a small piece of themselves.