The End Of The Day Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

The End Of The Day

The sun sinks low,
its light spilling gold across the horizon.
Clouds drift, heavy with the weight
of fading warmth.
Shadows grow long, reaching into the quiet corners.

The air cools,
carrying the scent of dust and grass.
A single star appears,
fragile against the endless sky.

In this stillness,
the world exhales.

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