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The descending sun,
A tranquil withdrawal -
An end,
Yet also a beginning.

A delicate watercolour on canvas of sky,
So lovingly crafted.

Soft dusk reveals tiny opals of constellations,
The moon smiles a spectral lustre.

Yet only almost-content;
Your absence leaves me hollow.
I have re-written this more times than I would like to admit!

— The End —