When will the ghosts of past failures depart? When will disappointments stop casting their ugly shadows on moments that elicit nothing more than normalcy?
The sun sinks slowly but surely, darkening the sky, coloring the horizon, secretly saddened by its departure, proudly stubborn in its retreat. A rainbow of darkness, ultimately moving on to a new destination, robbed of its right to choose where to remain. Searing boldness and mesmerizing beauty, withdrawing with quivering passion. Renewing its presence hopefully, only to be rejected once again.
And so it sets and rises, gracefully.
Touching nothing. Touching everything.
The sun sinks slowly but surely, darkening the sky, coloring the horizon, secretly saddened by its departure, proudly stubborn in its retreat. A rainbow of darkness, ultimately moving on to a new destination, robbed of its right to choose where to remain. Searing boldness and mesmerizing beauty, withdrawing with quivering passion. Renewing its presence hopefully, only to be rejected once again.
And so it sets and rises, gracefully.
Touching nothing. Touching everything.
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