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The Setting Sun

The water reflects
An endless blue sky;
The echoes are boundless,
And then --- silence.
It’s just Her and the quiet
And the colors that scatter
Through the clouds.
A last lament from the setting Sun.
What remains is rubble
From what once was a shield;
Scarlet drops that dot the dust.
Rolling green hills can never be enough
To stop the path of a storm.
A blackened heart contracts
And ceases.
The Sun slips below the horizon.

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