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The Sunset’s Serenade
Between Illusions and Realities
As the evening completes its final stretch,
A luminous sunset paints the sky with a golden etch.
A melody strange yet familiar, echoes in the air,
Is it close or far, is it even there?
My heart recalls the tune from a time bygone,
Asks, “Is this life? Or is it merely a pawn
In the game of illusions, with no hope to gain,
Shall I embrace the chaos or refrain?”
The ebb and flow of life, a rhythm so divine,
At times euphoric, at times, a bitter brine.
The silence that beckons, the words that fail,
The fear that grips, the hope that sails.
I own nothing, everything seems to slip away,
Even my heart, that within me should stay.
Dreams that seemed so real, now a mirage,
Emotions so intense, now just a montage.
Birds in flight, the sun and the clouds,
Colors of twilight, a painting so profound,
A sadness lingers, a longing for the dream,
A fleeting smile, an attempt to redeem.
The harsh truth of reality, often so stark,
A dream that remains, forever in the dark,
Yet, we must march on, with heads held high,
Embracing the present, bidding the past goodbye.
The sunset tonight, a sight so serene,
The sky a canvas, a majestic scene.
A ray of hope, amidst the gloom and pain,
A chance to rest, to dream once again.
One day, amidst the chaos and strife,
A dream so pure, that could change my life,
A chance to wake up, and chase the dawn,
A hope to hold on to, when everything is gone.
Life is but a fleeting moment, a transient flight,
A journey that ends, with the arrival of the night.
Yet, the memories we make, the love we share,
Will live on…
