A diverse feeling gotten from the Evening Sun
So bright & luminous but cannot burn
Beyond it scorching is the perfect circle
It imminent leaving is in ineluctable cycle
It presence craves vivid attention
When leaving feels like it's ascension
With keen & deeper assessment it's revolving
A brawny proof is a ring rotating
More beautiful when slightly covered by cloud
Nothing seems to pose a threat not even the hound
Slowly & steadily it fades away
Finally the dark sky comes our way
Rough & scanty clouds embellishing the sky
Some slightly moving with some stagnant & dry
Would be eventually sent off by the Sun Rise
All these can only be imagined bt the wise.
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