Sunset
The day comes to an end and night draws near
Where the shadows are cast but vision is clear
The sun fights back with a vibrant show
With colors on the horizon that don't want to go
The beautiful death that is the light
In an ever ending circle there is a constant fight
Where light and shadow try to win
If only they would see they are truly kin
Light and dark like a canvas in the sky
Beautiful art without having to try
Together they spar creating elegance in their wake
I am forever grateful for the beauty my eyes take
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