On the front porch, relaxing old man in a rocking chair
I apperceive its finally dusk
Twilight drops her curtains down,
To embrace a beautiful constellation of stars
Like God is painting vibrant peaches in the sky
Just like little glimpses, of the golden streets of heaven
Spiced up like liner in girl's eyes
Sunset,
Sun's fiery kiss to the night
A natural experience that repeats itself everyday,
Bringing the promise of a new dawn
An opportunity to reset
Never met a sunset i didn't like
The slow walk of the setting sun, leaving the sky mesmerised
A proof that endings can be beautiful too
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