The Quiet Glow

The sun begins its gentle fall,
A golden hush descends on all.
Its vibrant hues, a soft embrace,
Paint warmth across the evening’s face.

The sky transforms, a canvas wide,
With amber tones and blushes tied.
Each streak of light, a whispered plea,
To pause and watch eternity.

The world grows still, as shadows play,
While night prepares to steal the day.
Yet in this fleeting, tender light,
There lives a peace, serene, and bright.

It speaks of dreams and moments past,
Of beauty found in things that last.
A sunset’s calm, so sweet, so clear,
Invites the heart to linger near.

So let the dusk in splendor reign,
Its tranquil glow a soothing chain.
For in the setting sun’s soft gleam,
We find the space to hope, to dream.

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