The sky brightens
just before dusk falls
slowly the Sun disappears
behind the horizon's walls
It seems so beautiful
the sky looks golden
with the bright hue,
of the parting Sun
I am sitting here
I know not why
seeing the sands of Time
just passing by
Wondering if tomorrow would be
as exciting as today
exploring myself, all day long,
alone, at the bay
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