Beauty

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I stood
For a few seconds
Silently sipping
The beauty
Of the setting sun

Savouring its light
Golden toned, fading
Slipping with
Restful tranquility
Into the arms of night
Amber rouge
Brushed on cheeks
Of clouds,
Kissed with bright intensity
Dwindle into dusk
Seconds stilled,
Not slowed
Beauty’s fragility
Transformed with
Venus rising

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