The orange hue hangs on the western horizon wandering if the sun will ever come back miles of gods sky looks upon the earth through a twinkling star a faded shadow falls long ways nad disapears in the moonless earth and a final wisper of the chilled wind blows away for ever without certainty if the sun will rise again.
Reason for writing:
beauty of a summer sun set
Birth sign: Not entered
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