The sunset speaks of dying memorably
Turning heads with outbursts of tints
And outlines between form and thought
Homes beckon birds and humans while
Stars say there could be other roosts
That we have forgotten or lost sight of
The red orb flashes between buildings
Through the traffic it can be seen briefly
No one has stopped to look at it sinking
The eyes wait impatiently for the signal,
There were times when the instant canvas
Daubed the heart with a myriad colours
Of ache, longing, nostalgia, and romance
When life's purpose was almost revealed.
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