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The sun descends, a fiery kiss,
Upon the hills, a golden bliss.
The clouds ignite, a canvas vast,
Where hues of rose and purple cast
Their magic spell, a fleeting grace,
A symphony of light and space.
The air grows cool, a gentle sigh,
As shadows lengthen, reaching high.
The world transforms, a mystic scene,
Where day surrenders, soft and serene.
And twilight's hush, a whispered plea,
Invites the stars, eternally.
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Moharif Yulianto
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