Sunsets are significant of
for the beauty of the,
setting of the sun,
for the mystery of life,
forthe fading of lights
and for the spreading of darkness.

It's a promise to ourselves that,
no matter what happened
during the day, it concludes.

Our existence and demise
can either be a boon or
a threat at the end of the day.
For the new beginning to come.

Logically, the leaves should rise,
and the cement should fall.
Like the hope should rise,
abd despair should fall.

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