"It is almost impossible to watch a sunset and not dream." – Bern Williams. The spacious vales shimmered in crimson hues The tired, reddish-orange sun tinged the sky, As it yearned for rest and descend Into the darkening horizon below. There, the soothing river flowed, calm and serene. No boats sailed the tranquil, gentle waters. Some birds drifted on its current; others flew above. Not far away, a dilapidated bridge crossed From one side to the other, where a person Stood still, eyes fixed on the cerise horizon. Along the dark river bank, green trees Seemed to sway slightly in the light night breeze. A picture of calm portrayed the scene. And so, I painted and dreamed. Placed 1
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