A fiery orb sinks low in the sky,
Its once-vibrant glow now fading away.
The day's end draws near, bidding goodbye,
As darkness descends, the night holds sway.
Golden hues surrender to twilight's embrace,
A final burst of brilliance before it's gone.
The sky ablaze with colors interlace,
A breathtaking spectacle, nature's song.
Whispering winds stir the trees,
Their rustling leaves a lullaby.
The world finds solace, a moment of ease,
As daylight wanes, the moon draws nigh.
The dying sun, a symbol of life's ebb,
Reminds us all of our finite stay.
Yet within this cycle, we find no dread,
For with each sunset, a new dawn lights our way.
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By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
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