Whispers of the Dying Light

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As the sun dips below the horizon’s line,
A palette of colors begins to entwine,
Orange and pink, a serene display,
Heralding the end of another day.

Shadows grow long, the air turns cool,
Nature’s own canvas, no need for a rule,
Each sunset unique, a fleeting piece,
A moment of calm, a whisper of peace.

The sky ignites in a fiery blaze,
Reflecting on waters, a mirror’s gaze,
Waves dance softly, kissed by the light,
As day surrenders to the coming night.

Stars emerge as the curtain falls,
Night takes the stage, in silence calls,
Yet the memory of the sunset remains,
A beautiful end, until dawn reigns.

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