Cherish that sliver of time
descending at the close of day
like a window shade slowly drawn—
a white gem glitters on the fabric:
a solitary diamond, a star.
The day is as fatigued as are we,
the nourishing sun has resumed
its manic chase around the globe,
like a dog in eternal pursuit of its tail.
But it has left behind for a few fleeting moments
traces of its brilliant presence
like white dust lingering in the firmament,
as if to say: Remember me;
I will not forsake you.
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Beautiful poem, captivating imagery.