End of the day

Beginning of the night

Bird’s aerial north

Neither misplacement nor mistake

World at a firm

Streets at allay

Peaceful and scenic

Warm and vibrant

A natural marvel

That takes your breath away

Hard to introspect

But, easy to gaze into

The time when the world goes to slumber

To me it’s here to relieve stress

Or maybe it’s just an act of god

No matter the fact or the opinion

It’s still a sunset, sunset






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