The sun sets on my worries,

And steals all my failures.

It promises tomorrow,

A day to start anew.

It wishes me good night,

As it frees all its colors,

It kisses this world goodbye,

With shades red and blue.

I look on and watch it fall,

So gracefully behind the world,

As though an artist,

Has painted the sky.

I see the birds soar,

Watching the show from above,

Jealously wishing,

I could fly.

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