It is so becoming, the Sun’s rising and setting, its reflection on tranquil waters,
They become a union, don’t you think? This reflection…
It masks the sky, the seas, and where clouds appeared once,
They now blend into nothingness.
Camouflaged by the colors streamed through skies,
They create a striking ambience, one that shimmers at a glance,
One that beguiles as they enchant,
One that rises as graceful as the subtle tides.
A vision to many,
A due occurrence to the beholder,
An awesome interference to a worldly corner.
As surely as its timely appearance,
Its departs at an opportune moment.
Leaving a sigh, a gentle hush, a lullaby.
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