After the arduous climb
from the morning valley below
this, the crest of light
this, the ultimate glow.
The frozen-blue faraway pines
humbly relinquish the sun.
Laughter recedes to the sound
of darkness coming in.
Above the emptying slope
a silent ascent of stars
from the deep earth’s core
the heart echoes back the night.
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