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At sunset
The sky turns in liquid gold
The trees with forgotten leaves
Promised, new to grow
Orange pinwheel, rolls down the hills
The shadows of the bark, evenly spill
on the grey grained roads
Shining bright and dark
The twilight begins


✨✨
there's happiness
and there's sorrow.

there's life
and there's regret.

there's sin
and there's confession.

there's me
and there's poetry.
poetry is not an escape anymore
it's the way I live now

— The End —