Sunset Song

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A fiery sky, the autumn’s slow retreat,
Waning wings, their ghostly echo lingers…
Gone.

Gone, too, the birds, silent in their flight—
Farewell, then, to this—
this cracked and hollow shell,
A shattered kaleidoscope,
its fragments lost in the dust.

Farewell to the fleeting,
to the crumbling of time’s bright illusions,
as the fading light falls soft upon
this lonely, empty world.