Beacon of hope

I stood still perceiving the eye-catching glimpse of faded orange Sun, through grayish clouds dusking down, From a greenish blanketed hill, that draped dark silver metallic foam all over With a flicker of creamish yellow stripes of sinking Sun, spilling thin light beams over the relaxedly stretched water body, ready to shift to the Moon’s magic. I waited wondering the Sun comes up from the side of the hill where it doomed, The darkness captured…

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