The Sunset

The Sunset short poem

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The day comes to an end,
And the dusk takes the light away.
Everything feels so drowsy
And we face the Sunset.

The flying wings of time,
Changes everything in the life of mine.
The things are never same;
As life comes and goes as a game.
The player loses or win doesn’t matter,
Even if the life scatters,
No need to be upset that we lost a day, And be cheerful that a day is coming ahead.

The moon is glowing,
The Stars are dazzling,
The beauty of gloaming,
Is healing our tuning.

The light comes and goes;
The sun rise and set;
The life is always passing by,
Nothing ever remain the same,
As we faces the Sunset.

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