The Wrath of the Final Sunset

You felt a strange breeze sway to the evening sky
You watched the silhouettes colour the horizon
You silently muttered sweet nothings to yourself
You watched the sun slowly fade away
You waited for the day end but hoped the sunset remained
 You felt the urge to make wishes out of the shooting stars
You wanted to tell tales to the beautiful crescent
Yet you held on to the dying embers of the sun
You felt a strange feeling of the ultimate farewell
It all felt different, you would never love the dusk
You were letting go of what you held dear
You sat by a bench every night to watch the sun set
You wrote poems about the beauty of the horizon
You felt alive at the divine beauty of the western skies
but you knew this was your farewell
You were letting go of the only life you ever knew
and she was to blame, she was at fault for this goodbye
She was the reason you felt the need to switch off
she was the reason you chose to be at odds with beauty
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