#WritcoPoemPrompt34

At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun....

A canvas stretched across the sky,
Where colors blend and dreams can fly.
Golds and purples, pinks and blues,
A masterpiece in twilight’s hues.

While the mountain peaks, like ancient guards,
Stand watch as daylight softly nods.
And the river whispers gentle songs,
As its current carries night along.

The meadows filled with fresh floral scent,
Which hold all secrets of the day now spent.
And as shadows grow and evening falls,
The sunset's beauty gently calls.

In this serene and tranquil place,
I find the answer to life's mess, with one word called "grace"
At nature’s edge, where day is done,
While I witness the magic of the setting sun.!!

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