Sunsets paint the sky, and my words dance in their glow. As the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself captivated by the palette of hues that adorned the evening sky. With a notebook in hand, I translated the vibrant colors into verses, each line a reflection of the day’s farewell. The rhythmic lull of crashing waves accompanied the cadence of my words, creating a serenade to the setting sun that lingered in the salty breeze.
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