Sunset
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Scarlet bleeds from a dying sun,
staining a shroud of white clouds pink.
And the shadows merge into one
as daylight slowly starts to shrink.
Twilight stretches the light of day;
inking ebony silhouettes.
And timid stars come out to play,
piercing the dark without regrets.
As Dusk dims the fringes of Night,
silence gets imposed on the scene.
And dousing all lingering light,
darkness descends calm and serene.
Night unveils the moon and the stars
shining down from a darkened sky.
And adds a crimson blush to Mars;
while brown bats hunt moths on the fly.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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