Winter's Dusk
The sun falls in slow motion,
plunging softly into the horizon,
sending slow, fiery waves across the violet sky.
The moon rises from the embers,
cold silver against molten gold,
snuffing day with night,
as the first stars emerge like frozen sparks
above trees covered in snowy ash.
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