At The End Of The Day Poem by Evi Koroni

And at the end of the day,
their bodies lay bare,
without words, without voices—only silence.
All they carried scattered into the night,
and truth stood naked, whole.
Their bodies remained exposed,
blending their shades in the darkness,
erasing the lines of yesterday
with touches that knew no falsehood.
And in the end, nothing remained the same.
Flesh became an endless canvas,
fingers, brushes without color,
yet they painted the most tranquil landscape.