The last sunset fades away,
Taking with it a rare beauty.
A color, a warmth, a ray,
That's never to return, it's a duty.
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A sight once seen, but now gone,
A memory to last a lifetime.
Its beauty shines, forever on,
In the mind and the heart, it's a rhyme.
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The sky a canvas, painted red,
The clouds, a brush, its strokes.
A masterpiece, forever in our head,
A sadness, too beautiful to evoke.
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So let us cherish this last embrace,
A goodbye to a rare, fading grace.
And though it's gone, it will always place,
A smile, in our hearts, a warm trace.
About the Creator
mees den Boer
Mees den Boer, fiction writer. Spinning tales and exploring the human experience through the written word. Join me on my journey of imagination and discovery.
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