Upon the canvas of the eve, hues blend,
As golden sun descends, the day to mend.
Azure skies turn to fiery crimson hues,
And stars ignite, like dreams that we pursue.
The horizon melts, a molten river's flow,
Reflecting crimson flames that gently glow.
Silhouettes of trees, adorned in dusky light,
Dancing against the canvas, pure delight.
A symphony of colors, vibrant and grand,
Painted by nature's ever-guiding hand.
The world, a masterpiece of shades and light,
Inviting us to revel in the night.
The moon ascends, a glowing orb of grace,
Casting a gentle glow on every face.
And as the stars ignite, our souls take flight,
Enraptured by the beauty of the night.


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