The sunset quickly skips over the blue abyss
Stopping abruptly and drowning in the sea
White light filters out of the clouds
Echoing its way across the serene water
The skies freckles peak their way through obscurity
All in the sphere of perfect attendance
Gentle winds create song by playing the trees
While nights cry adds to the soft melody
Darks drunken essence dances with time
Showing no sign of aging
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