What beauty is this, of sunset so rare,
The waves in the river bear a silent despair.
I stand alone by the edge of the pier,
As if the heart seeks no comfort, no cheer.
The sun scatters hues of twilight in the sky,
In every shade, there's a hidden goodbye.
The fragrance flows from her loosened hair,
As though softness and grace fill the air.
A burden of tears rests light on the eye,
Seems like sorrow is drifting nearby.
Though every evening slips quietly away,
Tonight, the heart whispers—something is astray.
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