Silhouettes dance on even’s sunlit stage,
Casting memories with each turning page.
The sun, a storyteller in the west,
Unraveling tales as the daylight rest.
In hues of bright amber, the sun descends,
A canvas of warmth, where sunlight ends.
The sun bows down, a majestic rosette,
Leaving whispers of dreams, ne’er to forget.
At sunset's awesome glow, a tranquil bliss,
On the horizon, where memories kiss.
At eventide embrace when musings dance.
Of days well-lived final hypnotic trance.
A breathtaking kaleidoscopic blush,
Strokes of vermilion, a crimson hush.
A memoir etched in the fiery hue,
As twilight bids the day a fond adieu.
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