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Sunset // It's not the End of the World
I gazed upon the most beautiful sunset yesterday. My eyes resting on it like a tired shepherd laying in the grass, not fearing to lose one from his precious herd.
The colours of the sunset are withering and aching for the night, not afraid of fading into darkness.
The stars are born by it. It does not mean the absence of light.
Beauty passes to come up again. Every end is a new beginning. The first death is not the last. The last death is not the most heartbreaking.
Every loneliness means a thousand deaths.
What is loneliness but love aching in a thousand tongues?
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#poem #poetry #sunset #hope #loneliness #love #life
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The colours of the sunset are withering and aching for the night, not afraid of fading into darkness.
The stars are born by it. It does not mean the absence of light.
Beauty passes to come up again. Every end is a new beginning. The first death is not the last. The last death is not the most heartbreaking.
Every loneliness means a thousand deaths.
What is loneliness but love aching in a thousand tongues?
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#poem #poetry #sunset #hope #loneliness #love #life
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© All Rights Reserved
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