The sky, a sudden canvas,
brushed with hues that have no names.
Not quite orange, not fully rose,
but a melting, incandescent blend,
as if a thousand unspoken wishes
bled into the clouds.
Ephemeral.
Here for a heartbeat, a drawn breath,
then subtly shifting, surrendering
to the slow, inevitable descent.
We pause, caught in its fiery gaze,
a primal awe stirring within.
This daily miracle, so casually...
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