Prediction
Standing here
watching the gold of a greying sunset
It seems to strain a proven tale
already too hard to bear
Gold ringed with greys
is not natural
Grey delaying darkness
is simply illusion
Colours are not meant to stray,
Illusions to live
Gold is meant to stay true
for each day it conjures
Grey to restore
Together,
prediction they relate
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