Crimsoning
That sunrise that we so admire
is the same sunset adored on high
from the other side of that skyline
underneath our one and the same sky.
To the same sun we say hello
in the glorious burst of fresh morning;
to the same sun we bid goodbye
in the afterglow there crimsoning!
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