At dusk
a quiet silence rests
over the fading sunset
shadowed by auburn hues.

Darkness awakens
like a whisper
with ease
embracing the horizon.

The moon
takes place
among the stars
on a higher domain.

Until dawn
the quiet passes
with solace
and solemn regard.


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