The sun sets low on a pink horizon,
Its hues cascading o'er drowsy hills and plains.
The earth swallows this glorious fire,
Welcoming darkness as the daylight wains.
Cooling under evening's purple cover,
Slumber eases the day's many pains.
Our bright star sinks low each twilight,
Burning flames now shadows o'er the fading earth.
Evening's hush brings rejuvenation,
Calming the earth in silent dearth.
Welcomed sleep covers the waiting ground,
Rest arriving in the day's rebirth.
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