The Sun’s Last Moments

Voice of distant hills.
Shadow of cotton nights.

You glow with the evening
light against dark sky.
Through an empty air,
sweet tastes are drawn.

The sun’s last moments blink
behind trees and windswept hair,
explosive red and blue to
welcome the pale night.

Echo of distant earth!
Embrace of cotton sheet!

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