The sun sets in its western nest.
It's light; faded.
The Giant Orange Orb declining in the distance,
Sinking in rest.
The Holy, quiet time is here. A time to repose,
A time for meditation.
I cannot paint a picture as I glance
At the setting sun, though…
Deep calm is all around.
Birds seek refuge, their day coming to a close,
The sky, almost at its own free will,
Changes color; light to deep.
Until Darkness engulfs us smoothly;
The sky oozing out its blackness.
A new light shines on us -
Darker, solemn and in audible silence.
The stars, once hidden in light,
Glimmer in darkness all around.
Another Color
Another Feeling
Of a New beginning.
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