The sun descends, a fiery sigh,
Across the canvas of the sky.
Its golden hues in shades now blend,
Toward a night that will transcend.
Long shadows creep from every wall,
As day recedes, the echoes fall.
A hush descends, a peaceful grace,
As twilight paints the time and space.
The birdsong fades, a gentle lull,
Replaced by crickets' evening call.
A symphony of stars ignites,
As darkness drapes the fading lights.
The sun, a ember, dips below,
A final kiss on peaks of snow.
The world awaits, in silent awe,
The moon's pale glow, the rising dawn.
About the Creator
Ata Muhammad
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