The sun sets low, a soft goodbye,
Its warm colors fill the sky.
Like friends who leave, we must let go,
In the sunset's light, we learn to flow.
The day fades out, but love stays near,
Memories shine, bright and clear.
As night comes in, we find our way,
Saying goodbye, but not today.
Aug 2, 2024
Aug 2, 2024 at 11:40 AM UTC
The sun sets low, a soft goodbye,
Its warm colors fill the sky.
Like friends who leave, we must let go,
In the sunset's light, we learn to flow.
The day fades out, but love stays near,
Memories shine, bright and clear.
As night comes in, we find our way,
Saying goodbye, but not today.
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