An Ode to Sunsets

August 29, 2024 | Sagar Varma
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Oh radiant end to the weary day,
How you drape the skies in fiery play.
A symphony of colors, bold and bright,
You paint the heavens with your fleeting light.

Crimson whispers blend with golden hues,
A fleeting marvel, nature’s muse.
Lavenders stretch where the daylight fades,
And amber spills across shadowed glades.

You call the stars from their hidden veil,
As the sun sinks low in a blazing trail.
Each sunset, a promise of cycles anew,
A reminder that endings birth what is true.

In your glow, the heart finds rest,
And the soul takes flight, its burdens lessed.
You silence the world, if just for a while,
With your gentle warmth and celestial smile.

Oh, keeper of twilight, eternal flame,
No two are alike, yet each wears the same name.
A fleeting gift, a soft adieu,
To the day that was, and the dreams it drew.

Stay, if you could, on the edge of time,
Stretch your colors into endless rhyme.
But fleeting you are, as all beauty must,
Leaving behind your brilliance, a glow in the dust.

For in your passing, the night is born,
A canvas anew for the morrow’s morn.
Oh beautiful sunsets, to you we sing,
Our eternal hymn to the day’s last fling.