by Jose Maria N. Ramos
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It is a magical time when
the Sunset streaks the sky
with diaphanous, ribbons of color
as the languid sun slips down
the horizon, as if to hide
behind the edge of the world,
bounded by a sliver
of the shimmering sea.

It is a magical time when
the trails of reddish clouds
cling to the last vestiges
of the disappearing light,
and the dark veil of
night comes slowly down,
to replace the vibrant,
liquid colors of the
ending day.

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