The shimmer of gold remains
Even as the yellow sun dims
Nestling into slumber
Vibrant hues that spring from its yawn
The blush, the orange, the violets, the blues
the myriad shades of a day
painted in the twilight sky
before it recedes into the night
streaks of passion, the strokes of a master
the glow of life that sparkles,
yonder in the horizon
I wield the brush to live that moment
And make my day as beautiful!
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