Time's trickling by and I'm sitting on my porch.


Watching the sun, the sky's torch.


It starts to hide in the skyline.


The clouds are drifting away and everything looks so fine.


The sun's halfway gone.


Hard to believe that in a number of hours it'll be dawn.


The sky is completely aglow.


The pinks, purples and the reds all just flow.


As the sun sets fully, I realize that this as made me so blissful.


Honestly is there anything more beautiful?
The End

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