Like fire cascading down the mountains .

Setting  ablaze he trees.

With the last spot of light to be seen .

Enforcing a relaxed mood in the atmosphere.

After a hard days work


Or just brings an end to the play .

It also brings into the consciousness the darkeness to come.

The  golden light descendng from the heavens  .

It is the last glimpe of seeing today before tomorrow comes .


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