Dec 26. 2025
I follow the sun when it slips from sight, I'm gloomy, obscure and not very bright, I’m feared by some, yet needed for rest, Name me, at hiding things I'm the best.
Dec 26. 2025
I follow the sun when it slips from sight, I'm gloomy, obscure and not very bright, I’m feared by some, yet needed for rest, Name me, at hiding things I'm the best.