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A sunset bleeds, a fiery stain,
Red orange hues, a fading reign.
Four lines of light, a sky's soft plea,
Then dusk descends, for all to see.
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Amazing! Enchanting atmosphere with a sense of natural rejuvenation and a call for tranquility. Touching.
Such a beautiful poem ✍️🏆⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️