The Girl Who Collected Sunsets

🌌 The Girl Who Collected Sunsets There once was a girl who collected sunsets, Not in jars, but inside her chest. Every evening she’d climb the hill, When the world grew quiet and still. She said the sky told secrets at dusk, In shades of gold and fragile rust. While others rushed to end their day, She watched the light slowly fade away. They called her strange for loving the sky, For sitting alone while time passed by. But what they didn’t understand Was she was healing, grain by grain. Each sunset carried a piece of her pain, Dissolving softly into color and flame. And when the night finally arrived, She’d walk back home — more alive. Because she wasn’t collecting sunsets at all, She was learning how to let things fall. 🌅