A flicker of fire
flames brightly behind
dark silhouettes of static trees.

Thin slips of cloud
nudge each other
across a brazen sky.

Calm are the waters,
pastels above.
Baby blue slides into peach.

A glimmer of a dying sun
rests momentarily on the horizon
before slipping into its black pocket.

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