Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.
―Thomas de Quincey
Watch as these shades of red
Taint the world you know;
From the skies to the horizon.
Freckled with clouds bathed in red ombre,
The receding sun – a testimony
To life’s core of mortality.
As the day reaches a close,
With pink-faced thoughts and worn-out dialogues,
Witness how those forged in
The heat of the setting sun,
Fail to wilt under turmoil’s gaze.
Of courage do these final rays sing,
Bravery in its beat,
And a dance to its luminous melody,
With an age-old tale that whispers
“Child, let’s soar past these blazing hues
To new beginnings
And ride the sun home.”
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
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