As daylight fades, a golden flame,
The sunset whispers a soft, sweet name.
Horizon drips in a crimson glow,
Painted in fire, as moments slow.
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A river of lavender spills in the sky,
Clouds drift like dreams as the hours pass by.
The world exhales in a calm, sweet sigh,
Beneath the twilight, our spirits can fly.
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The last rays linger, a delicate fire,
Whispering hope as they climb ever higher.
Promises soft as the evening air,
That tomorrow will bloom, bright and fair.
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In the hush of dusk, we pause, we dream,
Under the sunset’s spell, we feel the gleam.
A quiet beauty, a gentle art,
The sunset lives in every heart.
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When the Shelter Closes
Across the street from my house, a man slept under a tree, his dog by his side. My first, naive thought: he must be traveling through. But he kept coming back, often sleeping there during the day. Then it hit me—that person might not have a home.
By Bride of Sound8 days ago in Humans
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