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The sunset

Behind the horizon, the day was coming Falling from the sky, on silent wings, In a burning haze of sunset and of sunset / And of sunset, too, the thunder / Of the evening’s first thunder / Rung like a bell, and the evening’s first / Thunder was as the cry of a mother / Rising with her child and flying. / The stars were falling from the sky, / And the stars were falling, too, / On silent wings of evening and of evening / And of evening, too, the thunder / Of the evening’s first thunder / Rung like a bell. / And then the stars were falling, falling, falling, / In the deep silence of the sky, / And the stars were falling, falling, falling, / On silent wings of evening and of evening / And of evening, too, the thunder / Of the evening’s first thunder / Rung like a bell. / The sky was red, red, red, red, / The sky was red, and the sky was red, / And the stars were falling, falling, falling, / And the stars were falling, falling, falling, / On silent wings of evening and of evening / And of evening, too, the thunder / Of the evening’s first thunder / Rung like a bell. / And the stars were falling, falling, falling, / The sky was red, red, red, red, / The stars were falling, falling, falling, / On silent wings of evening and of evening / And of evening, too, the thunder / Of the evening’s first thunder / Rung like a bell. / The sunset sank down, sank down, sank down, / The sunset sank down.

Claus (c-7)

Technology expert, community builder, coffee addict red wine and food lover, traveller, photography enthusiast and a lot more. Recently experimenting AR/VR model and image generation and AI generated text and poems.