The Glorious Sunsets
The Glorious Sunsets
As day descends in hues of gold,
The sky a canvas, stories told.
The sun dips low, a fiery ball,
Painting the clouds in colors all.
Shades of pink and orange blend,
A masterpiece that has no end.
The world is bathed in a warm light,
A glorious, breathtaking sight.
Birds fly home as shadows grow,
The sun's last rays begin to go.
A moment's peace, a quiet sigh,
As day says its last goodbye.
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