Sun
The crimson coloured sky,
Where sun appears to be a drop of saffron paint in water,
Unfurling its rays to embosom the horizon.
The first star visible in the welkin,
Marking the moment of the dawn.
The moon appears vague,
and the earthlings return to their homes
This panorama from my window is ineffable,
And I captured it in my eyes forever.
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