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As the golden sun begins

its final descent, the sky

comes alive with bright

orange and pink hues.

The tree’s shadows begin

to elongate, and the birds

alight on their branches

to see the night through.

The clouds, once a putrid

gray or a bland white,

slowly bloom into flaming

cotton balls and red mesas.

The light columns dance on retina,

as if they’d like their last memory

to be magnificent in our minds.

Because we all know the price

of a beautiful sunset is a long

dark night, and sometimes even

just a sunray recollected

is enough to endure the gloom

until dawn arrives and puts

on its own grand show.