Receding is its fiery beauty

to the western heaven's infinity,

That mystical venture into dusk

is its routine glorious trip—

An endless prompt

for the insatiable poets.

In the sky it's the serene belle,

the cosmic masterpiece on symmetry

Summoning all eyes

to its dome of motley diffusion—

A day's closure so grandeur

hails the waking of night into action.

Shadows cast to the east such impressibility,

Evoking the fantasies of a mind so engrossed, so visionary.

The blending of darkness to the

dimming rays' heavenly hymn —

All praised by the songs

of my singing pen.

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