The upward glance of my eye seemed to deceive me,
as the wind caught and cradled my imagination.
A magnificent scene unfolded before wondering eyes.
The remnant, a fighting beauty of an amazing twilight creation.
Pink and gold clouds, frowned with silver, drifted through the silent winter sky,
as the crescent moon's breath was reflected by mountains clothed in light silver flakes.
The calm lake blew mist over shivering ankles,
while the mischievous breeze gathered leaves in choppy lakes.
The sun, a golden pendant, slipped quietly down to rest,
before, on the morrow, it would once again spread it's wings to fly.
Trees whispered greetings while they skillfully dappled moonlight,
and floating leaves cast shadows like the tears of an earnest cry.
The wind ruffled my hair, causing it to wave goodbye to this never-returning splendor.
The sun winked one last time before surrendering to mountains which pierced the sky.
Anxious voices lured me back to firelight warmth and cheer.
Entering, the warmth seemed cold in comparison to the amazing beauty
which left me with a sigh...
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