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The setting sun
#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... and land covered by blanket green in colour..there lived a girl along with pinky furr....holded a candle of wisdom grany lightens up another candle as a ritual for setting sun... slowly it darkens and windows and door of house along with the windows of face shuts down...brain trying hard to sleep and the phone rings beep beep...hello said grandpa and then grany slept till the Morning alarm again rings beep beep..
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... and land covered by blanket green in colour..there lived a girl along with pinky furr....holded a candle of wisdom grany lightens up another candle as a ritual for setting sun... slowly it darkens and windows and door of house along with the windows of face shuts down...brain trying hard to sleep and the phone rings beep beep...hello said grandpa and then grany slept till the Morning alarm again rings beep beep..
