Sunsets

Oh sunsets 

forever an elusive beauty 

as red as lava's last breath 

filled with pools of gold and rose 

but good things have an end

as the sun dies

the world cools into a

ashy wan; As night enshrouds

each one a new glory

another day gone 

Oh what wonders will

we be gifted with tomorrow 

as the sun continues

it's everlasting cycle 






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