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Apr 19
The sun melts into the horizon,
Spilling gold and crimson across the sky,
A slow burning ember fading,
Pulling the day into its final breath.

For a moment, time lingers,
Caught between what was and what will be,
Before the last light sinks below,
And night unfolds its waiting arms.
This poem is about the setting of the sun and night rising
Written by
Jennifer Belz
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