The Sunset
By – E. O’Gorman
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  The sunset is glowing with a warm, orange light,
For now the waning day is surrendering to night,
The trees are shimmering in a brilliant hue,
While all the sky is turning a darker shade of blue.

One golden rim glides silently from sight
The birds in the trees sing a final goodnight,
The great, fiery ball sinks slowly to its rest,
As do the little birds snuggling in their nest.

One last golden ray,
Active for so long,
Fades so gallantly away,
Fading, fading, gone.

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