The setting sun
I
Waking up at a rooster's call,
in sync with the universal clock.
mid noon was directly above,
out west, the evening whispers.
II
Headed to greet a fortune foretold,
in the valley of a lonesome bend.
Moments spend eternity to unravel,
fearless farewells beyond cumulus clouds.
III
Out west pledged a new horizon,
of reversed ocean and sky.
Curtains cut corners of the parting sea;
escorts twilight and darkness.
IV
It is where the sun sets tonight,
out west, surreal - a fantasy.
Shadows grew taller, the sandman is out;
evening rests from radiance of the star.
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