Whispers of the Dying Day

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In the embrace of twilight’s gentle glow,
The sun dips low, a fiery farewell,
Painting the sky with hues unknown,
A masterpiece in silence, tales to tell.

Golden whispers dance across the sea,
Mirrors of light on waves that sway,
The horizon blushes tenderly,
As day surrenders to the night’s soft play.

Mountains wear crowns of crimson light,
The world wrapped in a fleeting dream,
Nature’s canvas, pure delight,
In sunset’s glow, all things serene.

As shadows stretch and stars appear,
The sun’s farewell, a gentle sigh,
In the heart of dusk, we find what’s dear,
A promise held in the deepening sky.

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