The mountains are cold and blue now.
The sun has set and darkness falls.
Although the faintest afterglow
The brightness of the day recalls.
I wait and watch the stars appear
Above the mountains silhouettes.
Though far away they seem so near.
Every night when the sun sets.
I take the opportunity.
To watch the mountains turning blue
Considering the infinity
That's represented by the view.
Which nature has afforded me.
Epitome of constancy.
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