A sunset so precious —
the quiet gift of nature.
Little we realise
the sun stays,
and it is the earth that moves.
Oh, what a beautiful sight:
crimson fading with each breath of time,
welcoming night with its calm.
Go, circle the sky — and I will see you again. The promise of tomorrow’s l
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