In the quiet hues of twilight’s embrace,
The golden sun bows in gentle grace.
Its fiery crown dips below the crest,
Whispering secrets, bidding the day to rest.
The sky, a canvas of crimson dreams,
In soft pastels and bold, vibrant beams.
Each color weaves a story told,
Of laughter, love, and memories old.
A symphony of shadows, dusk and light,
In harmony they dance, day gives way to night.
The air is painted with a tranquil glow,
A serene reminder of nature’s flow.
Birds sing their farewell song,
A lullaby where they belong.
The horizon blurs, the stars peek through,
Silent guardians of the night’s debut.
Beneath this radiant, fading gleam,
Lie the echoes of a wistful dream.
The sunset’s spell, a tender blend,
Of calm repose, where hearts transcend.
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