The colours of the setting Sun
kiss the frozen avalanche
Hues of orange and red
stream out like the strings
of a golden harp.
The music comes from the birds
their abode awaits their return
The night queens leave out a fragrance
Signalling the stars to re-emerge.
Lamps light up the streets
the moon lights up the sky
As the Sun finally sets
Bidding the Earth, good night.
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