The white light
no longer burns brightly;
its adoring heat subsiding with
the evening breeze.
Tales whispered beneath
the setting sun;
sentiments basking in deja vu.
The stars revealing truths
we refused to see.
Reflections of eclectic pieces
torn from serenity.
A haunting chill
along these nerves;
the pale sky exposes
misty memories
touching the forgotten horizon.
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