Dusk
The sun is slowly sinking behind the horizon.
Again a ball of red fire.
A chilling wind blowing through the forest
where the dark shadows are crawling underneath the trees.
Growing and darkening, still.
Silence is falling as the sun finally disappears
and in the reflecting surface of the lake appears the first star.
Blinking light, with almost more intensity than the moon
that is leaving the horizon behind.
A silvery round moon,
patiently moving to reach its zenith.
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