The sun sets high in the western sky
but never dips below the horizon aglow;
The golden body circles around
the softly coloured landscape,
its hue lighting the sand to a full ripe
orange of pomegranate;
A wind rises, a wave ripples,
and falls upon the shore,
softly, softly brings its treasure
to rest upon the golden shore,
emerging within the softly muted
purple forest’s reach.
Dipping low at Midnight’s height,
the light dies slowly in a reddish glow,
but the smooth calm sea
knows that the sun will rise
from its midnight low, and once again
set the shores alight
with a fiery glow.
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