The day is dying
yellow fields reflect the setting sun.
The day is dying,
pastel sky cradles Mother Earth
in a deep embrace.
Birdsong celebrates in shrill echoes,
wings are spread…
the evening dance has begun.
It is a lovely sigh,
fragrant after rain
Peace and pleasure.
Beauty and calm.
The day is dying, yes.
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