The horizon was
slowly coming to a halt.
The lit-up sky
chose to froze a minuscule
And belched a
golden tinge into the blue.
The day was
rotating to a stop and
Birds dove into the
sunset winds.
One could not see
the sun on this day,
It was hidden, shy,
behind cement walls.
But the sun does
not know its radiance
Only grows wild
when it says goodbye.
The serenade in the
west was too much in tune to not notice.
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