That illusion
as the sun makes her magnificent exit
of liquid-gold
infinity.
The sun's last wish for the day
is for beauty.
U n d e n i a b l e
beauty.
She gives us the signal
that it's over
and we can breathe.
Everything
should be
fading...
f a d i n g . . .
ButMyHeartIsScreaming: Everything's
ALIVE!
And in those last few moments
of mysterious day,
Oh, I know the day's not over yet
And there's still a chance
you might
call.
i t l
k r - w r i g ambience!
S t i n
-is this even real?-
We still can!
There's still time!
(And oh,
the million threads running out from my
heart
to this world
have each been tugged today.
My little grain nudge against this Boulder,
U N I V E R S E.)
I never think towards you, twilight.
But
I'm forever making my way towards you.
I will open the windows w i d e
Come in,
Come in.
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